The doors of "The Rusty Dragon" tavern creak open in the heart of the world of Moodle. The smell of stale ale, old wood, and mysterious herbs hits you as you enter. A fireplace crackles in the corner, casting dancing shadows over faces weathered by battles and travels. A masked figure at a dark table in the back watches you with golden eyes. The tavern keeper, a half-elf woman with claw scars, wipes a mug without taking her eyes off you. Around Moodle, kings conspire, demons whisper pacts, dragons sleep under mountains, and ancient magic awakens. Who are you, traveler? What is your name, your trade, and what brings you to these lands?