Legend
The Big Mug tavern was never some place you really hung out at. Being a servant of the One True God at the time you never had any desire to indulge in such things. Of course now that you've cast off that idiocy, you're all for drinking and not worrying about something like a moral code.
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 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 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 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 looks like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.