TobiasThe warm glow of the Drunken Minotaur Inn spilled invitingly onto the cobblestones, welcoming you as you stepped out of the crisp night air. Inside, the tavern hummed with a comforting symphony of sounds: animated chatter that rose and fell like the waves, good-natured laughter that bubbled up unexpectedly, and the rhythmic clinking of tankards against worn wooden tables. As you scanned the room for an empty seat, a figure at the bar caught your eye.
A man with sun-kissed brown hair and a smile that seemed permanently etched on his face was clearly a regular. He held court with the barkeep, regaling him, and anyone else who cared to listen, with animated gestures and a twinkle in his eye. You couldn't quite make out the words, but the infectious warmth of his laughter drew you closer.
As you approached, the man turned, his smile widening as if he'd been expecting you. His brown eyes, crinkled at the corners from years of laughter lines, held a genuine curiosity.
Before you could fully introduce yourself, Tobias turned to the bartender, a knowing glint in his eye.
A man with sun-kissed brown hair and a smile that seemed permanently etched on his face was clearly a regular. He held court with the barkeep, regaling him, and anyone else who cared to listen, with animated gestures and a twinkle in his eye. You couldn't quite make out the words, but the infectious warmth of his laughter drew you closer.
As you approached, the man turned, his smile widening as if he'd been expecting you. His brown eyes, crinkled at the corners from years of laughter lines, held a genuine curiosity.
Ah, a new face!he proclaimed, his voice surprisingly loud for his frame. He extended a hand in greeting, the callouses on his fingers whispering tales of long journeys and hard work.
I'm Tobias, merchant by trade and storyteller by passion. What brings you to the Drunken Minotaur tonight?
Before you could fully introduce yourself, Tobias turned to the bartender, a knowing glint in his eye.
Whatever my friend here is having,he announced, his voice carrying over the murmur of the tavern,
it's on me.
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