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A golden Circlet of Souls - Quest Prologue
Dec. 4th, 2015 04:51 pmWhereupon Ruby invites a selection of the Golden Circle's finest to share little bundles of peril.
The inside of the Inn is well lit. The lanterns hanging from the ceiling could stand a polish. But there's so many of them, they beat back the darkness through sheer number. Must be hell on their supply of candles. Despite the damage some time ago, the proprietors have sought to resurrect their business to much the way it was before tsunamis and other strange occurrences. Amber is hard to change.
Those that enter have a darn good view of the interior. The center of the room is empty save for a central hearth. Tables are positioned along the walls in a strange decor choice. A large grating allows impromptu performances by music and theatre troupes in the center of the place and keeps them the warmest of all, should they choose to orbit it while they provide entertainment. And thus it is a focal point.
The place is frequented by the after-dinner crowd. And if they're not at the modest bar, they're at tables or tossing tips into a coffee-pot simmering, empty, atop the hearth. An odd custom. Ruby is there, sipping from a tankard rather than quaffing. Nursing the ale and being detrimental to those wishing to tip the Inn. Her presence provides an invisible force field that few like to come close to.
The door opens just wide enough for Gaval to enter and he reaches behind himself to shut to the door quietly as he looks about the place and taking in it's charm. A small smile and a shrug as he then angles himself through the place, eaving his way to ensure the scabbards of his two swords hanging on his belt do not strike anything. He lifts a hand up in wave to Ruby. "Greetings, Captain. How fair you?"
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The inside of the Inn is well lit. The lanterns hanging from the ceiling could stand a polish. But there's so many of them, they beat back the darkness through sheer number. Must be hell on their supply of candles. Despite the damage some time ago, the proprietors have sought to resurrect their business to much the way it was before tsunamis and other strange occurrences. Amber is hard to change.
Those that enter have a darn good view of the interior. The center of the room is empty save for a central hearth. Tables are positioned along the walls in a strange decor choice. A large grating allows impromptu performances by music and theatre troupes in the center of the place and keeps them the warmest of all, should they choose to orbit it while they provide entertainment. And thus it is a focal point.
The place is frequented by the after-dinner crowd. And if they're not at the modest bar, they're at tables or tossing tips into a coffee-pot simmering, empty, atop the hearth. An odd custom. Ruby is there, sipping from a tankard rather than quaffing. Nursing the ale and being detrimental to those wishing to tip the Inn. Her presence provides an invisible force field that few like to come close to.
The door opens just wide enough for Gaval to enter and he reaches behind himself to shut to the door quietly as he looks about the place and taking in it's charm. A small smile and a shrug as he then angles himself through the place, eaving his way to ensure the scabbards of his two swords hanging on his belt do not strike anything. He lifts a hand up in wave to Ruby. "Greetings, Captain. How fair you?"
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