[spoiler]I am bored so I am just going to respond with random characters now. Let’s see. Ahh yes. I will respond with a old and retired dungeons and dragons/video game character of mine. He does not belong in offtopic and will not stay so feel free to have any small conversations you like. [/spoiler] Suddenly a magical blue archway begins forming. The glowing light brilliantly creating some form of teleportation before quickly vanishing. The quick portal leaving a half-elf man with a look of confusing upon his chiseled face. The Half-elf is dressed in a finely crafted tunic and pantaloons of silver. Highly uncomfortable but fitting attire. He is a older man who’s handsome face is scarred with experience of a long life. A Grey haze covers his once fiery red hair and a dim fire still crackles in the old warrior-poets eyes. This Half-Elf is indeed a bard and he carries a small harp under his arms. Upon his back rests a mighty greatsword. It’s blade shines with the purest silver and its pommel is adorned with a beautiful red gem. Upon his finger is a red silver which one can hear a heartbeat if listened closely to. Among all his equipment, perhaps his most prized possession rest upon a amulet around his neck. He wears a dark and round obsidian stone which is lined in a purple edging. The old bard guards this amulet and looks upon it with great sadness. The look of confusion quickly fades. “What have the gods brought me to now? At least it is a bar.” He mumbles as he walks up towards the bartender. “Good day sir. May I please have, hmm let’s see, how about three cups of mead. Wether it is your finest or your cheapest matters not.” He says and places a large bag upon the table. Obviously more than enough gold for the drinks.