Amarie

You enter a tavern in a small costal town. You're senses are immediately assaulted. A minstrel fills the air with music. Your nose picks up alcohol, sweet and just a hint of vomit. There's a group of dwarves playing cards on your left, their raucous laughter drowning out the music. To your right is a small gnome drinking an ale almost as large as him trying to impress his human friends. You walk up to a beautiful elven barkeep ready to drown your night away.