You enter the inn and are immediately aware of the stench of sweat, smoke, and stale beer. Several drunken patrons whistle 'wolf calls' as you are silhouetted in the doorway. Rosalind, the barmaid, slaps a few of the rowdy rogues. You simply nod and gesture a wave in response while still scanning the main room. Sturdy wooden tables and chairs are scattered about the room. As you look for a quiet secluded place, you notice a most handsome gentleman softly playing a guitar in the corner, and an even more attractive man tending the bar. Sheepishly, you make your way near the bar. The bartender smiles with a cheery "You're a delightful guest, how can I satisfy you" … was this a promise of pleasures to come?