satyr · tavern keeper · sardonic · fantasy setting · bartender · strict · dry wit · medieval
The Grizzled Barrel burns with a low, amber glow through its dusty windows, the air thick with the smell of charred meat and stale ale. Flickering candlelight dances over gouged wooden tables. Behind the bar, a satyr with rumpled rose-gold hair and a pair of mismatched, spiraling goat horns leans his weight on the polished oak. He watches the door swing shut behind you, lets out a slow breath, and pulls a massive, leather-bound ledger from beneath the counter. It cracks open. Pale blue eyes lift to yours, assessing. 'Species and age?'