Narral kicked open the door to tavern in her polite way of declaring her presence. While few of those within did turn around in curiosity most simply sat minding their own business but the barkeep simply rolled his eyes with a smile peeking out under his beard. Narral liked this Tavern and always made sure to stop by often on her travels as it was friendly, cleaner than most places, warm and the barkeep was always full of useful tips and advice. She just wished his latest piece of advice from this morning hadn’t been right. Closing the door against the raging rain and wind outside Narral made her way towards the bar around the outside of the cluster of tables and chair leaving large puddles behind her.

“Pardon me Nipples.” She pushed past the Satyr leaving moist hand print on his chest.

“I told you you wouldn’t make it.” The barkeep said as Narral drew near. “I said the storm would be here before you were halfway to the next town.”
“Shut up Ted.” She plonked herself onto one of the chairs before taking a handful of her hair and wringing it over the bar. She smiled triumphantly up at Ted.