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The name is fitting for this establishment. Just looking at it from outside it stands out, with a very large front door, larger windows in the bedrooms up above, and the building itself is really big compared to the ones around it. The inn’s name plate reading “The Big Bight” is placed right above the arched entrance, and each letter has a long pointy tooth under it. The front door is literally an invitation to come and eat masses of food.

You’re not the only human inside, but you may as well be. Everyone else is huge, and probably each above average for their species. In a huge front room, monstrous men and women sit at tables as high as your lower chest, in the company of equally gargantuan orcs, trolls, elves, and a variety of the more hairy and horned creatures you never learned the names of.

Behind the counter and the pretty serving girls each a head or two taller than you sits the only being you can see who isn’t of enormous proportions. Perched on a high stool, a goblin surveys the room, red eyes shining bright. It takes you a moment to realize he is watching you right now, and probably has been since you entered. You’re quite hard to miss, tiny little thing among all these giants. He must be Elia’s uncle.

You walk over to the counter, wondering what you are going to say. He has no reason to believe you, a stranger bringing word of doom.

But the goblin beats you to first words. “You came looking for me.” he says. “Who sent you?”

You look up into his glowing eyes, almost wishing he could just read your mind and see the truth. He smiles, broken fang catching the light, and winks at you.

“Your niece, Elia, sent me. I found her father dead on the way down from the plateau. His carriage crashed... she asked to me to ask you for help on her behalf since I was already coming to the Citadel.”

The smile fades, and he squints. This time it looks like he is trying to read your mind, leaning forward as if examining an ant on a leaf.

“Ben is dead? You’re sure?” he asks.

What do you tell him?