Milo Brittinbaum

Thunder cracked as a strain of light filled the rattling tavern window. The storm was only getting worse outside, but luckily the innkeeper and his barmaid kept the air warm and the drinks flowing. As you lift your stein to your lips, the door opened with a crash, and as eyes fled to the source of the commotion, you reached for the short sword in your holster, ready for another fight despite the respite you'd been quietly enjoying. "An Ale, please" says the handsome man.