A joyous clamour came from within the tavern of singing and laughing and chatting accompanied by the aroma of various ales and steaks. Outside the trees were dripping from an ended rain as well as the sky, yet the dark heavy clouds, ready to spill even harder, were still floating overhead. There was a slight breeze and the night was neither warm nor cool, yet it was closer to the second than the former. Golden light flooded into the dark sacred night through the windows of the tavern and shadows were cast through them onto the road and onto the sea, whose waves were low yet loud and strong. The sounds that came from within the walls of the tavern were, loud as they were, muffled and almost unclear, but for a moment they were let into the outside world and upon the road as the door open, flooding the path before it with light and a brief warmth, but then it was shut, and a stranger entered the tavern.
Very few folk took notice of him, and of those that did, even less paid him any sort of attention; folk of all sorts came especially to this part of the land, folk of demons and elves and centaurs, and this newcomer, whose inhuman face had been showed neither too often nor too rarely in this location, was not much different from the other folk. He wore a cloak around himself that was hoary and hid most of his face but for his long mouth, and his hands were not shown. His eyes, hidden as was the rest of his face from those folk, sought throughout the place, and it was then that a fight between two bears broke out. A tankard of ale fell to the ground, and attention was redirected to the table by the wall. The two men struggled for a moment before one, who was a lumberjack, threw the other to the ground and broke a chair over his head. He raised his own tankard in victory and a loud cry before draining and stumbling through the wall onto the path, and the other was made to leave by the staff.
The stranger, whose name was in this world Tavor, took the place of the two men as the workers of the tavern fixed the seats and floor. It was then that an attendant came to him and took his order. First, he came with a tankard of ale then he returned to the kitchen, where Tavor's meal was being made. He raised the tankard and let the mead flow down his throat, throwing his head far back, and causing the hood of his cloak to fall, revealing his reptilian head. His eyes were golden and like those of a crocodile, and his scales were green and smooth to the touch. His long snout seemed almost cracked at the lips, and one could see many of his tiny yet sharp teeth, and smooth hair, black as the dark side of the moon, flowed into his cloak. His hands were crocodilian as his face and clawed, but his fingers were long and much more similar to those of a human.
