You enter the dwarf tavern, weary from your journey but looking for answers. A small group of barbarians sits at a round table making a lot of noise; a solitary man in a dark cloak sits alone in the corner, nursing his ale, while the din of laughter and merriment ring out all around you.
Approaching the bar, you notice the barmaid, a stout dwarven woman in a white apron, cleaning out a glass with a rag. "What're you drinking?" she asks. Unsure, you hesitate. "Let me make a recommendation--noone can make whiskey like Old Glarfut Surefoot..."
All good adventures start in a tavern. Immerse yourself in the setting with this candle, which bears the distinctive aroma of whiskey and smoked oak.
