Simon, 19 years old, with his Drow Cleric

Simon, unlike the other members of the party, had created a different form of character. Something unconventional, and yet extremely fun to roleplay as. For starters, Raelynarious, or Lady Rae, was a drow priestess of lust, blessed by the stars of fertility. Despite being a "cleric", Rae was to never wear her platemail, acting more like a bard in light armored gear that showed far more cleavage and belly, hugging tightly around the ass and showing her shapely thighs. And perhaps, being born just under the right moon and stars, Rae was blessed with curves that elves normally do not possess, endowing her with curves that could describe her as a goddess of intercourse incarnate.

Except Simon fouind himself in a different place than around the table. The tavern was crowded, with around two dozen people scattered through the wide building. The first story of the building, where Simon was situated at the entrance, held most of the population. At the center of it was the hearth, on it a roasted pig that was filling the entire place with a fragrant, rich smell of delicious pork. It seemed that there were many who were waiting for it, and tending to it was a young man, small and yet seemingly innocent enough as he roasted the pig on the spit. There were couple other humans by the counter, drinking mead as the barkeep handed them another flagon of mead. The barkeep, however, was clearly not human, for his short stature and the beard strapped underneath his belt showed a classical dwarven view. There were definitely more dwarves indeed, laughing heartily. Simon could definitely see one of the dwarves glance at him as he groped those succulent drow breasts before smirking, before resuming to drink more. It was apparent though that the dwarves were talking about him, for there were some sideway glances made his way.