Gurk's Glop (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2a/2b/6d/2a2b6dd7efe2a8874699abf24a7d6dac.jpg) had once been the site of a hill giant, where starving maidens had come to him to beg him for any sort of meal they might acquire after they saw him feasting upon an entire uncooked goat.  After repeated failures to come to terms with conversation and diplomacy, one of the women eventually realized that, not only was his cum incredibly nutritious, he could produce enough of it when properly stimulated into a bucket to feed a dozen young ladies.<br/><br/>Other than the physical location, only one quality of Gurk's Glop remained the same since those days: the stew on the menu continued to taste just about as disgusting.<br/><br/>Thankfully, what Kry was primarily interested in was the ale.  After a few days of adventuring, and losing a few party members along the way, she had a few things she wanted to drown and plunge into the sweet nectar of forgetfulness.  One was her appetite.  Another...well, the dwarf passing out drinks didn't really claim her fancy.<br/><br/>This place needed some dancing elven maidens who sang songs and whose beautiful voices carried for miles when they were played as adeptly as the instruments which they carried.  Her eyes danced about the mostly empty place, hoping to see someone who could catch her interest.