Jack works in the Inn and tavern.

A common saying in Nuderia is "Those who wish to see excitement should look no further than the local tavern." A saying that in, Jacks experience was all too true.

Tonight alone he had seen the comings and going of all kinds of folk. Mages, Rogues, and Warriors adventuring across the land, priests and wizards on their pilgrimage, foreigners either venturing forth from their homeland, returning to it, and even some unsavory characters that Jack was all to glad to see leave. All things considered however, the night had not been to eventful. only two fights and broken loose and luckily Jack was not caught in the middle as the bartender/waiter normally was, most of the folk he met were friendly and even the shady looking characters never stayed long. Right now however, there were three particular tables of interest:

The first was a very large, very loud, and very naked Orc shouting and bellowing with his equally large and naked wife. Both of them were challenging random people to fights and the male Orc boasting about his rather distinctive member size ("THIRTEEN INCHES PUNY HUMAN, YOUR ENVY IS OBVIOUS!" ) his wife meanwhile kept giving Jack aside glances and her buxom, naked breasts on fully display made jack glad that his lower half was hidden by the bar.

The second was a table near the entrance that was occupied by a small group of female Gnomes talking rapidly in their language while fussing over some mechanical contraption that kept coughing steam. Jack wasn't sure what it was-Gnome inventions always baffled him-but at one point he could have sworn that one of the Gnomes (hidden by steam) let out a squeal and when the air cleared was wearing a dirty rob instead of the outfit she walked in with.

The third and final table was also the strangest and it had several half-naked people around it. The sole fully clothed occupant was a strange person with a bandaged head, heavy robes, heavy gloves, and heavy boots. The only part of them visible was a singe, bright blue eye peeking out from under their head coverings. Evening the Strangers gender was a mystery, and their voice was muffled by the bandages. All the night the stranger had been challenging people to poker and kept winning everything almost instantly, reducing five men and four (soon to be five) women to their skimpy underthings. Every time it got to that point the Stranger offered them a choice: one more hand to win everything or lose their modesty. So far nobody had taken that risk and now their was a group of strangers in their underwear waiting for somebody, anybody to take the risk and win all their clothes back.

Jack had just finished pouring the drinks and decided which table he would go to first...