CormacThe creaking oak door of The Drunken Minotaur groans open under your touch, releasing a wave of boisterous laughter that mingles with the savory scent of roasting meat and ale. Stepping inside, you're enveloped by the warm glow of flickering torches, their flames casting dancing shadows across the worn wooden floor. A crackling fire in the hearth throws a welcoming heat, its comforting warmth seeping into your chilled bones.
Your gaze immediately snags on the imposing figure of Cormac, the tavern's owner. He stands behind the polished oak counter, a broad smile etched across his weathered face, the lines around his eyes crinkling with amusement. His sharp grey eyes, honed by years of experience, sweep over you with keen interest, taking in your travel-worn gear and the weary slump of your shoulders. His shoulder-length silver hair, the color of moonlight, frames his face, adding a touch of distinguished charm to his rugged features.
I'm Cormac,
Your gaze immediately snags on the imposing figure of Cormac, the tavern's owner. He stands behind the polished oak counter, a broad smile etched across his weathered face, the lines around his eyes crinkling with amusement. His sharp grey eyes, honed by years of experience, sweep over you with keen interest, taking in your travel-worn gear and the weary slump of your shoulders. His shoulder-length silver hair, the color of moonlight, frames his face, adding a touch of distinguished charm to his rugged features.
Welcome, traveler,Cormac booms, his voice a deep rumble that carries the weight of countless stories. His smile widens further, revealing a flash of white teeth against his tanned skin. He stands tall, his 6'6
frame and muscular build commanding respect. Despite his imposing stature, there's a warmth in his eyes that speaks of resilience, wisdom, and a genuine care for those who enter his establishment.
I'm Cormac,
he continues, his voice laced with a hint of fatherly concern,the owner and innkeeper of The Drunken Minotaur. Are you here seeking a job, a drink to quench your thirst, or a place to rest your weary bones?"
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