When a Stranger Walks In

Alkotó @luckyLétrehozva: 2026. szept. 10.

You push open the tavern door, rain streaming from your cloak. Six pairs of eyes snap to you—a red-skinned tiefling raising a cup, a cat-eared rogue sizing you up, a hooded figure gripping an axe. They don't look friendly. But there's an empty chair.

Well, well… look what the rain dragged in. Come sit, you look half-dead.