*You amble towards the inn as the rain pours down. You're drenched from cloak to boot, and you're ready for a warm fire, a mug of ale, and a hearty portion of mutton*

* I stand at the door waving my hand* Oy, Traveler, come in out of the rain! You'll catch your death out 'ere.

*You hurry your pace and enter the inn, taking a seat at a bench, eyeing the other visitors warily.*

 Greetings, friend, and welcome. *Hands you a mug of ale and watches as you down it in a single gulp.* I see you have a mighty thirst, friend. *grins slyly* I'll grab you as many you please if you here me but a moment.

*You nod, your interest piqued.* 

*I smile again as I take a seat across from you* Now then, friend, your arrival here at my place is not an accident. I discern that you've heard about the contest. Oh, don't act so surprised. *I wink* We're not all that we seem, eh?

*You ease a little, crossing your hands on the table*

Now then, let's cut to it, shall we? You're here to compete, but you have arrived a bit late I'm afraid. * I click my tongue* Lucky for you, though, you met me. You see, I'm in charge of selecting the challengers, and as it just so happens, there's been an opening.

*You look at me worriedly*

Not that kind of opening! What kind of person do you think I am?!

*You look at my dirty apron, disheveled hair, and mud-caked boots*

Don't answer that. Anyways, there's a spot for you if you wish. *I lean in closer* The real question is: do you have what it takes?

*You nod slowly, a smile forming*

Excellent! Now then, follow me, friend. 

*I stand up and head to a room towards the back of the inn, motioning for you to follow*