"A human, tired and hungry, heads for a tavern, the night sea [river] air seeming to push him toward the inviting pending pillow within. Hearing a lively action ensuing - regretfully with no entertaining music within - brings a smile; The smile proves short lived as he notices the door is closed on such a night. Being a curious sort, he heads for the door to open it."
You hear a roar of anger from inside then a lot of people speaking quickly to each other. There is something happening inside. Concerned that something is occurring within, you open it quickly. By the fire you see a crumpled man on the floor with a warrior type holding a scythe over him. His gaze goes between the unconscious man and a group of people standing over a big reptilian man. This creature is attacking a shifter. Next to him on the floor is the inert or dead remains of a smoking large warforged. Those not looking at the fight are watching the floor with signs of fear and great concern. Behind them, being ignored, is the bartender. He seems to be demanding everyone to leave his tavern.