Musical Chairs

Your name isn't important. What is important is why you are here. You are searching for adventure of the greatest kind. Something you'll be able to tell your children about. Maybe chasing a dragon or saving a princess (or prince)?

You have lived your whole life in one hovel of a town. After a raid left you without a place to stay, you decided to head out on your own. After traveling very far from home you come to a tavern.

Mothers Rest

You enter the tavern and see several dwarves talking and laughing together. They are laughing so hard one of them nearly falls off his chair. You take a deep breath as the tavern door closes.

Something is strange in the tavern. You can't quite pin it but something is different. You turn around and see a large group of small people dancing and singing together. They are dwarf bards?

You sit at the bar and try to order a beer. Bringing you the beer the bartender looks at you. You slowly sip the beer and realize it's a root beer! You greedily suck it down. "Good show." The barman says. "Mother is going to like you."

He gestures behind you and you see he is pointing at a chair on the floor. "Sit." He says.