A contribution by Alexander15
You feel the warmth of the vivid fireplace. Far of the road, still a handful of strangers vividly exchanges tales of past and devised encounters. Yatessa, the old innkeeper, fills your mug, smiling. She must have been a stunning beauty once ... well, she still is. In a corner of the contorted inn, a lonesome bard caresses his lute, lost in the memories of better times.