The elf Eoin and his friend Neren walked into the tavern. The tavern was like all taverns Eoin has been in before, a little bit dark, a touch of musk and full of drunks. It felt like home to Eoin, due to his upbringing taverns made him think of home and he always began to smile widely while he drank and push chairs in as he walked by. Eoin motioned over to the waiter and ordered two ales. While the elf waited he looked out into the room and saw a white cat, as he was going to point it out the waiter came back and handed the ales to the elves Eoin drank deeply. Eoin soon forgot about the cat as he began to muse openly on his up and coming adventure:

 "I wonder who's going to be on this adventure, maybe that tall orc over there or that elf over there, it might be nice to have another elf in the group. " Then Eoin saw a very strange thing, a young human who seemed to be blind lugging around a sword. As he watched the boy Eoin deduced one thing, the boy couldn't be blind sense he moved around with a certain dexterity. Whatever game he played Eoin felt it was in bad taste, to wash out that bad taste he was going to order another ale, but he couldn't find the waiter anywhere. Eoin thought as he stood up,

 [i]" This would never happen in my mother's tavern."[/i] The elf approached the bar and waited as the bartender tended to others then got his drink.