A running gag of my campaigns is that they all start in a tavern (or bar, or mess hall, whatever fits the setting).
The barkeep is always an orc (in a modern setting I'd describe him as incredibly tall, muscular man, with a sickly skin tone, etc.) who wipes down the used beer mugs with his apron and puts them back on the shelf.
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