The tavern naturally.

You try to prioritise your needs, after making a mental list that includes a pair of pants, some boots and a decent sword you head towards the tavern. After all, most problems seem smaller after a few beers. The interior of the place is much as you'd imagine for a fantasy world, stucco walls,wooden beams and smoky as hell. Most of the clientele seems to be townsfolk, who're mostly human. The bartender on the other hand is a halfling. Ignoring the stares of the customers you cross the room to him.

"A flagon of mead barkeep." You say loudly.

"A flagon? You got any idea how bloody strong mead is miss?" The halfling retorts. He peers over the counter at you curiously. Due to his height there's a platform on his side of the bar which he stands on. "Hey, you ain't got no pants on. Did'ja get robbed or arghhh."

The last part of his sentance is strangled off as you grab the little fellow by the throat and pull him onto the bartop. You put your face up close to his and struggle to control your anger.

"Look shortarse." You hiss threateningly. "I'm having a very bad day. I nearly got fucked by a unicorn, I've walked several miles barefoot and I got leered at by Laurel and fucking Hardy to get into town. So just sell me a motherfucking beer and keep your mouth shut, OK?"

The barman nods and you let go of him. He slides back onto his platform and pours you a big frothing tankard of beer without another word. You slam a silver coin on the counter which the halfling accepts after biting it and examining the teethmarks. The locals all hurriedly look away and avoid eye contact when you turn around and look for somewhere to sit. A small group at a corner table has watched the exchange, from their armour and robes they don't look like shopkeepers and farmers. A big man in chainmail amongst the group beckons you over.

Feeling somewhat more self assured after terrorising a midget you try to nonchalently saunter towards the seated group. Behind your back the locals huddle and whisper by the bar.

"Never said a word to start her off." You hear the halfling whisper too loudly. "Probably on the rag."

You grit your teeth and ignore him and take the seat offered you. Looking round the table you see a good mix of adventuring types.

"Greetings traveller." A tall raven haired women says. "I am Vulva, the warrior queen and these are my companions."

You do a double take on the woman speaking. You'd thought your tits were pretty impressive, hers must be FF cup at the least. Crammed into a low cut corset cum leather armour they threaten to burst her seams and escape at any second. She stares at you hungrily as though she's likely to leap on you at any second.

"Hey, we're partners not companions." The big man that beckoned you over protests. Then explains to you. "See we just logged on...err...arrived at this town and we're assembling a party. You've got a bow and... er...not much else actually, but you look hot. Do you want to join?"