The lair of a barkeep and old truth-teller named Tobin, just trying to keep everyone's stories straight and war from breaking out. Now... if only Cayden would leave him alone long enough to write it all down.

Any pronounds. My name's Flora though, feel free to call me by that as long as you don't ping me by it.

All art credited via link to profile of artist on the image.

Definitely hit me with those random friend requests!