A classic fantasy setting inn or tavern...where do you sit?

I’m the one who walks in and notices all these people…......

and the old man…

That old man will remember you, even if he says nothing. :)

I’m the one sitting on the pool table, watching all the men scratch their heads while they say “damn! she’s good!”.

Nice, that’s a classic way to start an adventure. You all meet at an inn…

I’m an adventurer-for-hire with questionable morals and a mysterious past. I’ll be at the bar spending my ill-gotten loot on drinks and lusty wenches.

I didn’t get my idea from Tropes, (You already met everyone you’re ever gonna meet.) but that’s precisely why that site exists.
Nice answer. I’m there dude.

I am the bartender. It’s what I do now and it’s what I love to do.

@judochop Awesome. Most of my jobs have been waitressing. We’ll kick everyone’s ass. :)

You don’t have many parts for women in this picture.

I wear a long dark brown cloak with a hood. The hood is drawn down to shadow my face. You might take me for a monk. I sit in the far left corner, beyond the old sage but near enough to hear any word he speaks. I hold a leather-bound sheaf of parchment and, uh, a ballpoint pen. I’m the scribe.

Notice I don’t have many parts for men, either.

Three male roles, two female, not counting the unspecified “folks” who are presumably men.

Presumably? You’ve never heard of Valeria of the Red Brotherhood then.

Anyways I just made this for fun.

No, I haven’t, sorry.

Anyway, this inn is called ’‘Misogynist’s Way’’, for curiosity’s sake.

Despite my appearance, I’m the law, naturally. ~

At first glance, I appear to be just another lusty wench. Wild red hair trailing halfway down my back and enough eye-popping cleavage to distract the brawlers momentarily. Just long enough for my trusty deputies to restrain them and drag them away. As soon as the situation is under control, I crack my whip and call for a round of drinks on me.

I’ll have that drink. :D

I’m the one on top of the table after a few margaritas.

I’m Jeruba’s companion and ameneusis. I carry her notebooks, buy her ball point pens and interpret with her what is going on around us. We travel through Middle Earth, listening and recording. Few know that we are in actuality powerful witches who work with the White Wizards to keep the dark from rising. (And occasionally sleep with Aragorn just to keep him happy.)

I’m the lucky fucker upstairs in a room full of naked sizzling gypsy wenches. They attend to my every whim, bless.Well you can’t get the staff these days. May as well make do.

I am one of @Jeruba and @janbb s companions. I am cloaked in midnight blue, my long white hair only visible when the door opens and a gust of wind flutters my hood. I sit alone in the far right corner, watching all, seeing all, hearing all. My staff is made of Elder wood, there is a small box, made of Hawthorn on the table beside my goblet of wine.
The warrior across the room who is the largest, cleanest, and toughest of them all is my lover. ( I braided his beard before he left my bed this morning)

@wilma Great to have you with us.

I’m the one sitting at the bar with a mug of strong ale in my hand, eyeing up the wenches and keeping out the way of those brutes with the beards (unless one of them gets close enough that I can relieve him of his coin-purse without him noticing). Later on, after a pint or two, I’ll get out my lute and play some cheerful reels for dancing to, and maybe I’ll earn myself some supper.

As for the old man with the knarled staff, well I never trust wizards. They always want to join you up with a bunch of misfits and go on some crazy adventure in a place called a “dungeon”, where there’s supposed to be a ton of amazing treasure. Only he forgets to mention the horde of monsters that just happen to be guarding it.

No m’lady, I’ll just sit here and drink my ale and play my tunes and maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get to take one of those wenches to bed. That’s all the treasure I need.

@downtide Haha cool. People always enjoy the lute. :D

Oh, welcome and thank goodness, @janbb. With your help I can ditch the despicable ballpoint pen and hand you my bottle of sepia ink, which I didn’t think I could manage by myself along with the notebooks. Please stopper it tightly before putting it in your leather satchel. But keep it handy because @wilma is passing along some juicy tidbits in a spectral whisper.

Consider it done @Jeruba. I await @wilma‘s words. ( I am so into this fantasy.)

I must add that I’m not actually one of Aragorn’s playmates. I was holding out for Faramir, but man, those elves…

Oh, that’s cool – more of him for me.

I’m the bard that you didn’t even notice sitting off in the corner, eating a burger and crisps, drinking my beer (Guinness), and just observing and occasionally flirting with the scantily clad women wandering about…

Hmm, warthog burger. :D

I’m the herbalist in the basement mixing potions. One of them may even mimic viagra…

If in 700 years from now your descendants own a successful Volkswagen company, better make sure to ask for your lineage share. XD

I would be a traveler, a passerby – perhaps a trader, bard, or storyteller – staying at the inn for a night or two. My clothes are well worn and probably a little dirty. Most likely they would consist of cloth pants reinforced with leather for riding, and a sturdy long sleeved tunic, belted around the waist. A pair of sturdy leather boots would be on my feet. I would have a travel cloak on, or nearby. I may be wearing some hardened leather armor as a precaution. I would have multiple weapons and pouches stowed on me, as well as a pack carrying my necessities. Inside the pouches may be trinkets from far off places, some money, and tools I need to survive while traveling. My weapons would be varied – a sword sheathed around my waist, knives stowed up my sleeves and in my boots (can never have too many knives), a bow and quiver on my back. However, I would not want to use them unless I was forced to, or for show.

I would sit in the inn (with my trusty dog companion at my side) talking to the locals, gathering news and information, perhaps letters or messages to bring to others. I may write some history or goings on down, recite a poem, or tell a story by the fire. However, I most definitely will be drinking.

I would be watching @tragiclikebowie intently out of the corner of my eye.

I would have the trust of the warriors. I would have the trust of the outcasts and outlaws. I would have the trust of the women and the bartender.

And I’d hang out with the bartender because he would have the least extreme personality, thus being easy on my unavoidable empathy.

When I light my pipe later in the evening after my ale, I’ll offer some to the old man.

Then I’ll chat with the women and hope that one of them wants to come with me, despite them all probably looking for money instead, since that is how the ones in the tavern obviously make their living.

@Kraigmo In this place, everyone’s looking for something different. :)

My scantly clad wife dances around the room watched by me as I am one of the rough looking warriors only to later take her home for my private dance and festivities.

<< Wishes this tavern and all who inhabit it were real.

@augustlan ; Carefully select your favorite friends willing to be uninhibited and then create the tavern in your basement, make sure everyone knows it’s all in fun!

@Kraigmo – Many of them, for sure. But you’d be surprised how many women seek semi-anonymous carnal adventure for the fun of it, without exchange of currency involved.