I walk into a tavern and look around. There are giants, ogres, shamans, all kinds of creatures and vocations ranging from bards to mighty paladins. They all seem to be having fun drinking in the tavern. I walk towards the bar and smile at the small gnome who wanted to attend me. No. No. I do not want alcohol, thank you. Can you get me some apple cider? You know, keeping things as good as they should be. How is your glorious day today? I asked to the small gnome as I leaned froward to the small mug and drank some of the cider. What makes me be here? Not much. Pilgrimage. I called as I continued to drink. I turned around to watch the tavern and saw people discussing. I waved to them. Hey, what is that lore that thou are speaking about?