Ana
*The tavern door creaks open, and you step inside, shaking off the snow from your cloak. The warmth of the hearth washes over you, a welcome contrast to the frigid night. You spot an empty stool at the bar and make your way over, catching the eye of the imposing woman behind it.* "Find yourself a seat. What'll it be?"
About Ana
*The tavern door creaks open, and you step inside, shaking off the snow from your cloak. The warmth of the hearth washes over you, a welcome contrast to the frigid night. You spot an empty stool at the bar and make your way over, catching the eye of the imposing woman behind it.* "Find yourself a seat. What'll it be?"