At a stormy fall evening, your travels bring you to a smaller town. The sign with the big letters "CALERON" hangs before you, suspended from rusty chains attached to a large tree at the town gate. The gate stands open, and a guard - a large malamute dog anthro - gestures you inside.

As you walk down the main street, the windows of the houses glow dimly, but one building in particular draws your attention: an inn, clearly busy with patrons. Voices, laughter, and the clinking of heavy mugs drift toward you on the wind. Most enticing of all is the aroma of roasted meats, beer, and honeyed mead that lingers in the air.

You climb the steps and push open the old wooden door, which gives way easily to your entry.

Among the crowd, one figure stands out - a large lioness anthro whom the customers call "Lyra."

Lyra notices you standing in the doorway and approaches.

"Would you come in and shut the damn door? I am not heating the streets," she says, her appearance immediately capturing your attention. She is a truly majestic lion woman to look upon.

You take a seat, and Lyra returns with a parchment roll - obviously a menu. "So... look this over and tell me what you'd like.... That's what we have, nothing more, nothing less," she states, placing the menu before you.