Dragon Head tavern is a favorite meeting place for you folks. This small tavern you love is in surprisingly good shape (due to the new inflow of income). Dark wooden tables are clean, and the cups that the beer is served in are new (if not a little watered down for the youth). Fire crackles in a stone fireplace, above which hangs a string of teeth taken from a purple worm.
The tavern is run by Draghan, an old dwarven veteran who decided to open a pub after his adventuring days were over. He has one arm, with the second one replaced with a weird contraption.
Draghan comes to your table, bringing five beers. He then grabs a chair and sits near you – who he sees are the once children he knew, now aspiring adventurers.
Before you interrupt him, he starts speaking. “Ah, adventurers…” he says, “I was like you one day. Your parents know. Young, strong… now look at me. Wipe the surprise off your face! You are young and have only known me like this. Anyway, I could use help with a certain problem, young adventurers like you fine folk.” Draghan starts drinking the beer, looking at you like he waits for you to respond.