Chapter 6: The Fuzzy Duckling

When I walked in and saw a chicken standing on the table, a dragonborn bartender, a demon in the corner and a half breed band with a half orc on the keyboard, a half elf drummer and a few others. why did this have to be where I showed up? why could it not just be a beach or at least a normal inn and tavern. At least there are no cat overlords here. As I made that realization I decided it was not so bad I was not enslaved at least.