<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/07/22/d3/0722d35558e74345c1e7fc6aaa39a2b9.jpg)</div>A woman in the dress of a tavernkeeper met Aren from behind the bar. The Tavernkeeper chuckled,<strong>"Best spirit is a very subjective choice. Out patron, </strong>she nodded to the hulking Warforged body with the Elven head,<strong>"has good taste, interesting connections, and deep pockets. We have a selection of Dwarven ales, Elven wines, and Human whiskies. If you want to take a walk on the wild side, we have some moonshine that have have brewed up in the backroom. It is an exotic mixture of nocturnal tubers and berries. Not for the faint of heart or the delicate of constitution."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"By the way, I'm Reyena, proprietress of the Dancing Wench."</strong>