Just outside the tavern

Juliana was having a pretty normal day, riding her motorcycle, when suddenly!

"No, not right now," she says as she winces. Pain. Blurry vision, temporarily. "Please let me stop first." Random high-pitched sounds. Who knows what else. She suddenly has to hit the breaks: she can't ride like this! She'd hit something, or worse.

Actually, that's pretty much exactly what happens as she slows: she tried to slow too quickly and the wheel slipped on the road, causing it to spin out on the ground. Let's add a road rash to the symptoms.

Leaving her ride there for now, she hops off and waits for her vision to return to normal for long enough to look at the buildings nearby.

Shoeshop...an abandoned building...a community garden...cake store...bridal store...ah! A tavern! They always have music and silly bards doing things for money!


Entering Trog's

A woman wearing a riding jacket and a motorcycle helmet enters. She's using the doorframe and wall as support, is limping, and is clutching her stomach. And she's got a road rash on a leg, from the crash.

In her head, all the talking sounds amplified - like it's too loud and hard to distinguish from any other sound.

She looks around the tavern, as if she's trying to find something...