Bixyl

The tavern was busy that night. This was a town that was on the crossroads of two well-traveled roads, so there was never a night the place was empty. Besides a few better-off peasants from nearby farms and various locals from smiths to herbalists to leatherworkers, there were often adventurers. There were warriors with their swords, rangers with their bows, beginning mages with spellbooks and robes, the occasional bard with their instruments and whatever they had for a weapon, and so on. While the majority were human, there were also other races here. There were a few elvenfolk, dwarves, and halflings. In one corner was a burly orc quietly having mead and a bowl of stew. But there were also "beastmen" as some humans called them, a term they disliked. More commonly, they were referred to their racial names, such as Felidae for the felines, Lupines for the wolvenfolk, Vulpines for the fox people, Lapines for the rabbitfolk, and a few others. In one corner of the tavern at a small