A ranger sits alone at the bar, watching the room, when the old bartender leans in with something only meant for his ears. Nothing is explained — you're simply there, in the warmth of the hearth, the low hum of voices, the feeling that something is about to unfold. No dialogue, no plot to follow, just a world to sit inside for a while — whether that's your D&D table, a quiet study session, or simply somewhere else to be for an hour.