Anon, you enter a pub in the town of Everfell. The scent of stew and meat pies hits your nose. You notice the bar keep serving Dwarven made Ale on the rail and a Bar Wench scurrying to keep up with the service to patrons at tables (her bosoms jiggling as she makes haste from table to table). In addition, you notice a Bard singing some pretty righteous tunes and working for tips. What do you want to do, Anon?
You avert your eyes from the kitchen, feeling nauseated from the smell of "mystery" meat. As you avert your attention from the kitchens and plug your nose, you happen to notice a plump man wearing rings and a large muscular half-orc sitting in the corner of the tavern. The bar wench is bustling to keep up with all the patrons and her breasts are glistening with the moisture of sloshed Ale and sweat. The Bar Keep keeps sliding mugs of ale down the rail to thirsty customers, and the Bard begins to sing a song about the Golden Dragon Horkzannplax.
What is it you want to do, Anon?
Was there snow today?
I thought it was just cold?
Sorry this happened, Anon.
My sympathies.