The mess room is filled with simple brown wooden tables. They are rough, their edges sharp and not sanded. They are crooked and wobbly. Simple matching wooden chairs are around the tables. The walls are dark, but there are holes for windows. The air smells like freshly baked bread.
Mess Hall, Inside Temple
villager
person
The humans walking around. I am one of them. A head, 2 arms, and two legs. No tail!
I love coming her in the morning and being greeted by the lovely smell of fresh bread. I more enjoy the ale myself. Ale in the morning?! You must be quite the tough fellow.  I live in a village on the bad side of the country it is required. You must be from the Forbidden Land, then. I understand now that you might need a drink or two for that. A rough place, with magical creatures in the forest. Oh my, it must be quite scary for you. I wouldn't survive a day in those lands. I would imagine you just may not be used to it perhaps? Not at all. I enjoy my coddled life in the heart of the market square.  Not a risk taker I see? Sometimes that is the best way to get ahead. Perhaps so, look there! I see a delicious glass of fine ale.  See there you go, might put some hair on your chest yet!