Lucidious 

The tavern is loud as always. People laughing drunkenly as they drink to made up reasons just so they don’t feel guilty for doing this every night. The stench of rotten filth permeates the air and I can’t tell if it’s from the food or the people. Across the sticky table sits someone who is either really brave or really stupid. I have no idea who this person is. They just say down at my table but at least I was curious enough to let them introduce themselves before I killed therm.