The Broken Arrow Inn

The pub itself is littered with bodies. Although you see no fire a thick smoke sticks to the cieling. Every now and again you can see tiny red eyes and leathery wings swarming in and out of the smoke. A large figure stands in the middle of the room. Taking a quick look around you see that it is just you and he that are there. Everyone else seems to have been killed. The figure turns to you, blood dripping from his hands and lips, he has a feral look upon his face. Tight leather straps run across his chest. He spots you and begins to advance. You know that you have only one choice, FIGHT!