You awaken from a deep sleep, the first nights peaceful sleep you have had in the weeks it has taken you to arrive here in the village called “Veingroth”
The weeks prior where filled with difficulties on the road, people fell ill, bandits attacks, Warriors from the Hyjin empire taking what little cargo those in the caravan carried. the Hyjin Empire...“New” rulers of the region that was once your home known as the Eastern Wilds.
The innkeeper, a wood elf female “Mirriya” was kind enough to let a few of you stay at the tavern for a couple of nights, to help get your lives back on track, a kindness no one expected especially if they where human, it had been many years past but the prejudice between human and non human races still stand strong.
That line of thinking fades and the smell of bacon & eggs coming from the large taverns kitchen fill the air and the morning murmurs of the villagers entering the tavern before their duties reach your ears in your room.

If I may join..? I have a character I could use, though I do not know if you have a template in mind for people to use.

Absolutely you can, there isn't a template, but going for free form low fantasy. (once I figure out how to add pics I can have some visuals)

You open your eyes and see that you are alone in the boarding room.

Of those to awaken, Hope is the first of them. Her skin littered with scars and tattoos of experience, she sighs as she sits up, leaning on the headboard. From her bag on the ground, she could see fliers of a monk school - something her father wanted her to do, but she was more concerned about the rampage of Hyjin and bandits. If anything, she could assume that the more corrupt Hyjinians hired the bandits, but she couldn't care less. As long as she could find a home with her father up North, as long as she was safe, as long as her mother had fled safely, as long as she lived.
It had been years since her parents separated and Hope's father was not involved in her life growing up. As she became an adult, her father sent her a letter concerning a monk-like martial arts school that he thought she would do well in. That was just before the Hyjinians arrived. Now, from hitchhiking and throwing a few punches for her life, the bruised woman was alive, and the smell and sounds of sizzling bacon awakened a grumble from her midsection.
Looking around the room at the other survivors, the rather short woman grumbles before barking. "Breakfast." She nods to them.

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Those that where in the boarding room file out, the smell of food stronger with the room door open, you can also here the bustling tavern coming to life beyond the door, but above all the commotion you hear the sound of a dwarf's voice booming above the rest you can make out the words as if you were sitting next to him yourself.
🎵
The battle was fierce 
the allies did CHEER
as the foes~.... fled with fear~....
A tear from my eye
AS WHAT DO I SPY
there yeEEs be!
With a dead or in tow~
🎤

Hope grumbles at the words. That idiot probably hasn't seen the s--- that Hyjin has done, only rumors. Songs about this, ridiculous, really. Especially those that ally with the tyrants.
"Mira," The human sighs, "Thanks for breakfast. I hope to repay the tab that I've at least made."

Mirriya smiles at you as she is serving drinks to some of the customers that are seated at the bar, she says while in motion, you can tell she has done this for many years or maybe it's because she's a wood elf, it almost seems as if she's dancing around behind the bar, focusing on the customers that speak with her and almost never looking at what it is she's doing but thus far not spilling a drop. She turns her attention back to you

Mirriya: “That's good to hear, is there anything your talented at? Most of the refugees are signing up for the village militia, the farmers could always use an extra hand. Or...”

she pauses for a moment taking a good look at you.

Mirriya: “Or, the Bright Bane is having another non-lethal tournament in a few weeks, the prize money is said to substantial. If that is more your thing.”

she goes back to serving.