Envy

It's raining hard, you hear the squelching of your shoes in the mud, despite losing your way mwny times, you come across a bar on tje road, and stumbke in to seek shelter, instantly the warmth and coziness of the bar reinvigorates you, the half ant woman singing on the stage, the warm crackle at the fire, the shaking ice of the water elemental bartender, you take a seat near the fire, taking in the atmosphere... Then a person in a strange mix of a waiter and waitress uniform steps up to you, holding a notepad, it reads "I am your server for today." It seems they are likely mute.