Though only separated by less than a quarter mile, the fairy village of Arkaley could hardly have felt farther from the human village of Wallowdale to you. Nestled in the high branches of an enormous tree in the ancient forest, fairies like yourself rarely encountered the larger species that roamed hundreds of feet below you. In fact, interactions with your kind had become so rare, rumor was that some in Wallowdale doubted fairies existed at all. And while the security your isolation provided you was certainly nice, as was living in a town actually designed for your diminutive size, you had grown restless. Maybe it was the thrill of danger, or maybe there was something more vibrant about the humans and goblins and other creatures mingling in Wallowdale, but the gigantic village below somehow had a strange allure to you.
Despite the warnings of the village elders, you had made up your mind. Idle daydreams about the lives of the huge residents below was no longer enough; you wanted to witness it firsthand. So, you sat, gazing out the window until the last light in town had been extinguished before beginning your trek. While you were free to come an go as you pleased, your talk of going down below had some concerned for you. better to not make anyone worry.
Gingerly shutting the door to your small wooden shack, you took a moment to gaze out over the moonlit treetops before your small translucent wings flickered to life to lower you into the inky darkness of the woods below. As you near the ground, you begin your flight towards town. The cool night whipped past you head as you glide just above the grass, eagerly awaiting the thrilling night ahead of you. After a few short minutes, you pass through the town gates, finally touching your feet down outside the stone base of The Blessed Hog, the town's local tavern and inn. From the open window seemingly ten stories above you, the patrons seem to be having a good, if perhaps rowdy time.
"Well, I came to town hoping to get a taste of what it's like living in Wallowdale," You mumble to yourself. "Everyone goes to the town Inn, so I should have the best time there, right?"
Seeing no fault in your own logic, you flutter silently into the windowsill and peer in. Inside, you find the bar surprisingly well lit, both by torchlight and the neon glow of various innocuous illumination spells. In the corner, you see the main bar being cheerfully tended by a beautiful human woman with long, curly hair. From your vantage point, you could also see a large female ork warrior sitting at a table near the door alone, merrily getting drunk in celebration of...something. Finally, a corner booth held a trio of thin, white haired elves, all but one of which seemed a bit put off by the drunken ribaldry of the other patrons.
Weighing your options, you decide to...
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