The blissful warmth of the hearth defrosts your aching bones as you come in from the cold, with large snowflakes whirling at your feet as you close the door from the chilly wind. A jolly tune—if somewhat wobblingly played on the viola by a half-orc village youth—greets you, pulling you further into the cozy establishment. You salivate at the scent of roasted meat and vegetables as you find your way toward an empty table at the corner of the room. Taking a seat, you look around at the busy tavern, thanking the gods for this respite from your long, arduous journey.
