The night was winding down in the tavern of Bevon, a small village within the usually quite tranquil Millon Forest.  Despite its small size, it was on one of the few paths between the capital city of the kingdom, and one of the major trade cities.  So Bevon, like its sister villages along the trails, got its fair share of traders, travelers and adventurers, but also its less desireables.<br/><br/>As it was, a fight broke out near closing time between a huge human man and a small halfling.  Judging by their gear, the man was definitely a fighter, and the smaller humanoid a roguish type.<br/><br/>"Hey!  That's my beer you just drank out of, midget!" the tall man yelled as he picked up the shorter one, his grisly beard haphazardly shaven.<br/><br/>"No it wasn't!  I drank out of mine?" the halfling retorted, pointing to an identical beer next to it.  They definitely looked like they were about to brawl.