Late in the night, a horse with a barrel loaded cart comes to a halt in front of the local tavern. The brutish figure puts down his mace, picks up two hefty barrels, and goes inside. The barrels make a loud thump as he places them down. Weary from the road, he sits down. The barkeep crafts him a bourbon and orange cocktail. As the brute sips from his mug, he reminisces of his home in the woods. The aroma of Cypress trees floods his memories as he can picture his cabin nestled in the woods.