A bearded Hobbit stands behind a rustic wooden counter, wiping the oiled surface with a dishrag. His beard extends up to his hair and his hair is tucked under a broad brimmed felt hat and its where hat, hair, and hobbit start or end seems to be a matter of popular conjecture as opposed to verifiable fact.
Nearby, a cat and a dwarf sit at a table, discussing politics in a heated tone. The cat is clearly quite drunk.
The hobbit addresses you:
"Welcome to the Swag-Inn, what'll you have?"
::A weathered, hand-lettered wooden sign behind the bar reads "Orders Accepted in the Form of a Female Name"::
Nearby, a cat and a dwarf sit at a table, discussing politics in a heated tone. The cat is clearly quite drunk.
The hobbit addresses you:
"Welcome to the Swag-Inn, what'll you have?"
::A weathered, hand-lettered wooden sign behind the bar reads "Orders Accepted in the Form of a Female Name"::