It’s definitely time.

You head in and are once again greeted by a friendly serving wench, she smiles, there are gold flecks glistening in her eyes, “Hi hon, here just for drink, or will you be needing something more filling?” Your eyes can’t help but flash to her crotch, she is wearing a loose blouse, flowing knee length skirt, and sandals, but you are certain she has a telling bulge.

Her long blonde hair flows as she moves, you were expecting words to appear like before, but it must be learning the more you do. You look her over once more, and suddenly quite hungry, answer, “I’m hungry.” Wow. Smooth line.

She laughs, “You’re cute. I’ll get you a bowl of stew and an Ale. Do you need a room?”

A look in your coin pouch finds it rather empty, “I think I need to find a quest or something. I’m not sure exactly how this works.”

She lets out another chuckle, “You’re new here, I can tell. The guild hall down the road is one way to start. Another is try to pickpocket someone here, the thieves guild will find you after that. Noon by the wharf, the captain’s are always looking for sailors. Then of course upstairs, well, let’s just say, there’s a whole lot of fucking going on upstairs.”

“Um, are you a player?”

“You are just the cutest. Nobody likes that question. It’s impolite. It ruins the immersion. But I will say the first person you talk to will always be a guide of sorts to help you find what or who you want, hell, even who you should’ve been, rather than who you are. That part I think you have straitened out a bit already. Now, let’s start with grub, drink, a bit of sex, then we send you on your way. Sound good?”

“Sounds great. Thanks.”

She brings you a bowl of thick stew, a big roll, and two mugs of ale. The music is fun, but weird. Several more people walk in and you watch as various serving people come greet them and guide them away. The longer you sit, the more obvious this building is just a gate into the world rather than a real bar as no bar has the fifty plus servers on shift, and none of them are ever the same. A couple of hours later your server comes back. “Did the time help?”

“Ya, it did, actually.”

“I thought it would. You kinda like looking behind the curtain, don’t you?”

“I guess so. I used to DM a lot I guess.”

She smiles, “Heading out then, or still wanna fuck?” She flattens the front of her skirt enough to show her 9”or longer bulge.