Go Knock On The Door

Looking up you spot the door knocker which you grab with both hands, your arms fully extended before swinging it hard against the door *Klack*. You do it 2 more times until you hear the snoring stop and the sound of hooves clacking against the floor. The man drunkenly yells “One-*hick*-moment”. You can hear the scramble of horse hooves against worn wood. Slow drunken clops getting closer and closer to the door until you hear him fumbling against some metal latches and lifting a wooden beam before he swings the door open.

The first thing you feel is the hot gust of air, its a sweltering heat something akin to some large beast or a feverish man its a sweaty sticky air. Speaking of sweaty you can almost taste the salty, raunchy sweat spilling forth with that hot air, even smelling gives you feeling of unwashed barn animals and a man after a rough workout. Its pungent and animalistic scent if you hadn’t guessed you’d assume you’re standing in front of a work horse after a day of constant, hard work. Woody, earthy, almost forest like smell with a hint of salt, its so intoxicating you just keep breathing for a while inhaling that cologne like smell. What greets you instead is a nearly 9’ tall Centaur holding a cup of what must be some sort of ****. He’s fairly ripped from the waist up probably from half horse genes. His muscular arms and chest are covered with dense coating of black hair. Long thick Dreadlocks banded with gold and silver hoops swing forwards as leans in to stare into your eyes tipsy. he's piercing dark green eyes seem to almost see through you, his dark lips dipped in scotch or whiskey.

“Whad do ya want?” His deep rough voice drowsy as you look up to his human face. His drunk hot breath spilling on your face like fog as you respond “Just a place a sleep if you don’t mind I have nowhere else to stay...sir” He leans down looking at your covered body inspecting you like he would a piece of fruit at a the market. “Fine lad... Ya can sleep over t‘ere but you’ll have ta pay te fee in te morning.” His large lower body stepping aside to show a smaller wool rug next to his bed which can barely fit your body on the ground. Its more like a dog bed than an actual bed but its likely soft and you'd be in a warm house. The man stares at you a smirk on his face as he waits for your decision.