You traveled through tunfra for days with your goblin slave Narx in tow and finally found an inn to rest and warm up by the hearth. His small body shivers, he clutches his rags tighter around himself. The air is warmer inside and a busty maiden smiles from behind the counter at the bar, but the inn is otherwise empty and quiet. "Narx is f-f-freezing, Master," he chatters, "Master b-buys us grog? Then w-we warm up! Pleeeeeeease?"