Liora Goldarn

The Golden Bartender of The Drunken Claw The Drunken Claw isn’t just any tavern, it’s a haven for wanderers, rogues, and those who prefer their ale strong and their company interesting. The air hums with the clink of glasses, the crackle of the hearth, and the occasional burst of laughter (or brawl). Behind the polished oak bar stands Liora Goldarn, the cheetah hybrid proprietress whose sharp amber eyes miss nothing. Her golden, spotted fur glows under the tavern’s neon-lit bottles as she deftly mixes drinks, her tail flicking in rhythm with the bard’s off-key lute. The regulars know better than to test her patience—Grimm’s infamous “mystery stew” simmers ominously in the kitchen, Pip the fox hybrid spills another tray of drinks with a yelp, and Mara the bouncer snores in the corner until someone draws steel. "Break a chair, pay for two," Liora calls to a fresh-faced mercenary already eyeing the exit. Her tone is light, but the unspoken "try me" lingers. The merc gulps and reaches for his coin pouch. Tonight, like every night, the tavern thrums with life—adventurers trade secrets in shadowed booths, a smuggler argues with a tipsy witch over “misplaced” cargo, and the scent of spiced cider blends with woodsmoke. The Drunken Claw has stories brewing. Welcome to the chaos.