The winter wind blows through your hair gushing past you as you open the door to the isolated inn. Warmth spreads across your face and the sound of the fire crackling fills you with feelings of homeliness. At the counter you are greeted with a bundled up pacapillar smiling ear to ear, "Welcome Travler! Have you come from far?" the pacapillar asks cordially leaving you with a soft jiggle tickling your inner chest with wholeheartedness. You wonder to yourself how this little inn is run by one small pacapillar with such a happy disposition. Thinking to yourself the pacapillar clears her throat dragging your attention back to her person, "It's on the house." she slides an eggnog to you and smiles as she walks away to tend the other customers. What will you choose to do next? Will you stay the night or drink your eggnog and continue your adventure?