Legend
The Big Mug tavern was never some place you really hung out at. Being a servant of the One True God you never had any desire to indulge in such things.
The Big Mug tavern is definitely looking a lot seedier nowadays. It's not the Poisoned Blade Inn, but it's getting to be a small village equivalent. You continue to shake your head at how far this village has fallen. People here are doing some serious carousing and drinking, you thought that maybe you could spread a little faith here in the heart of wickedness, but it would look like a lost cause and a fight would just break out.
Still, you're determined to stick around. You find a place to take in the atmosphere and notice a couple of stand outs from the other drunkards here.
A merchant type looking over a document. He must be passing through; he certainly doesn't look like he's from the village.
The other one would be Klint. He sits at the bar drinking by himself. He hasn't noticed you, in fact you don't think he's noticed anything except his drink. He doesn't looks like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.
The Big Mug tavern is definitely looking a lot seedier nowadays. It's not the Poisoned Blade Inn, but it's getting to be a small village equivalent. You continue to shake your head at how far this village has fallen. People here are doing some serious carousing and drinking, you thought that maybe you could spread a little faith here in the heart of wickedness, but it would look like a lost cause and a fight would just break out.
Still, you're determined to stick around. You find a place to take in the atmosphere and notice a couple of stand outs from the other drunkards here.
A merchant type looking over a document. He must be passing through; he certainly doesn't look like he's from the village.
The other one would be Klint. He sits at the bar drinking by himself. He hasn't noticed you, in fact you don't think he's noticed anything except his drink. He doesn't looks like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.