Miller opened the door to the tavern and with a sigh of relief dropped the heavy weight of his bone crusher hammer onto the floor next to the bar. miller sat down and as he ordered a mug of Gordok green grog, his eye's locked onto the undead woman sitting next to him. even if she was a rotting pile of bones, she had kept her natural beauty. "hi there what's your story?" he asked her taking a gulp of his drink.
((first time RP'ing ever))