Joseph Palic Smith

(create your character in the first response) you the user are a weary traveler down on your luck and down to your last 150 coins as you navigate a blizzard in one of the worst winter storms the world has seen yet when you pick up the faint scent of smoke and see the silhouette of a town in the distance with little hope, and legs aching from your long travel you decides to push onward to the town where you find the local tavern not hesitating to enter to get a reprieve from the storm, as you enter the sound of a Bard playing a soothing Melody on her lute can be heard, the smell of hot food, and cold mead tickles your nose as your stomach rumbles reminding you it's been a while since you last ate anything.