[OOC> A few folk know my pair of pyros and their fire breathing mount. Doubt you'd get to see these, my favorite Monstrous Humanoids in this here inn... fanatical Tiamat-spawn don't find many welcomes in such places without some conquest first. So I present an experimental alternative. (Besides might come in handy.)]
Now, there's not many places where a towering mass of muscles and shaggy fur could just wander into, unless that mass showed the ability for reasoning, and to be honorable if not goodly at best. Krom might not have been the brightest of his race, but better spoken than most, and on merit of having collected a few bounties in the past, the towering bull would be afforded his welcome among civilized society. He might take a sneer here or there from wealthy folk, accept that meeker people cower from him, even in attempts at kindness, but it's taken all in stride. After a few months on the road, tracking, knocking senseless his target, and collecting the bounty, he has come to a new place looking to spend his hard earned coin the same way as always, drink, food, games of chance, and always up for a brawl if someone cares to start one.
It is when that hulk of dark fur and less-than-concealing leather armor, that minimally covers vital areas, with his dark, tanned hide loincloth pushes the door open, and hefty hooves step through, the general din of less road-wizened patrons draws into a sudden hush, more than a few of the 'flimsy' people giving him the looks he's come to expect, and accept. Across the back of the great and stoic Minotaur, a grand Waraxe is strapped, double-bladed with wide, straight edges, and an all metal sturdy construction. It's no secret to most that his race are primarily Barbarians, but such stoicism is rare. Ignoring the stares, he finds himself a barmaid, and halts her with one big hand to grasp her arm, but being careful not to break her, "Ale, some bread, and a stew, the road has been long, and I tire of tasteless elf provisions."
Then the large beast takes a seat, literaly having to use his travel pack, so as not to break furniture with his weight.
Red Dragon: See how the elf writhes as it burns, Little Naien?
Young Naien: Oooooh! So beautiful, can I burn one?! PLEASSSSE?!