A night at the tavern (Chanteuse's POV)

The patrons of the inn look at me as I sing for my night's share of gold. After my final song, I decide to sit down at a table filled with adventurers.

"Lovely song." Says a towering half-orc.

"Thank you."

"So what is your name?"

"Chanteuse."

"Harlan Ironblood."

"Pleasure to meet you." I then eye the halfling who is glancing around the room.

"Don't mind my friend Danrus here. He's just paranoid."

"Hey, my paranoia saved you last time, my friend." Danrus states.

He continues to look around the room for some sort of threat, but finds nothing. I then look to the female human, who wears chainmail despite the social setting, and downs a pint of ale with haste.

"Another." She states, slamming the empty pint on the table.

A serving wench grabs the empty cup, so I decide to ask "Heavy drinker?"

"I may as well. Don't plan on fighting any time soon. Alamar, by the way."

"Right, and that just leaves you."

I look to the Dragonborn Sorcerer sitting silently at the table. "Oh... Yasmeena."

The name rings a bell that tells me I've heard it in a tale from before. As I ponder this, the wench comes back with a full round of ale for us adventurers. Alamar downs her drink with haste as I continue to figure out the party. Apparently Alamar is an alcoholic wreck after failing to save a drowning child. Danrus is a paranoid thief who betrayed his gang, with the aid of Harlan Ironblood, and Yasmeena is, well, quiet, and mysterious.

By the time we've conveniently gotten to know each other, an explosion rips through the tavern bar. We all shoot to our feet as two goblins charge through the hole made by the explosion. I manage to seize the initiative, and decide to turn my mug of ale into a projectile. It smashes into the goblin's face, coating him in ****. Danrus moves next, grabbing a torch that's lighting the room, and uses it to light the goblin on fire. On fire, the goblin runs away screaming at the top of his lungs.

The other goblin moves towards Danrus and attempts to strike him, but he fails completely to hit. Alamar's sword then clears its sheath and promptly slices into the goblin. Somehow, the little bastard remains standing, so Harlan swings his greataxe. It cleaves through the little prick's chest, leaving him within an inch of his life. Rather than waste any magic on the dying runt, Yasmeena pulls out a dagger and joins the fray. Her dagger effortlessly plunges into the goblin's heart, killing him where he stands.

"Well, not the first time I've wrecked a bar." I jest.

"Bet its not the first time you've sent a crowd running either." Danrus jests, to which I reward with a middle finger.

"Guys, how about we finish this argument outside of the burning tavern."

We all leave with all our stuff that we had conveniently carried with us into the tavern's bar. Outside, we watch the tavern burn as a fat older man comes sprinting forward, his touch illuminating his fancy burgundy doublet with gold trim. Something tells me he's got something important to say.