jeraksplace: The sign over the door reads ‘The Silvered Cardinal’. You’ve heard of
jeraksplace:The sign over the door reads ‘The Silvered Cardinal’. You’ve heard of this place, time and again. The proprieter is a man who knows how to keep adventurers well supplied with everything they need, be it food and drink, a bed for the night, the necesseties of the road and, most importantly, companions to share the road alongside. How he does it, no one knows for sure, but everyone does know he has the knack and he has yet to fail on that point. Opening the door, you are met with a wave of true hearthfire warmth, conversations of all kinds and of course music. The tavern is alive and bustling–wooden floors creaking under heavy feet and tables being moved with every jostling and jocular exchange by their tennants. Making your way through the crowd and towards the immense bar at the far back, your eyes catch the ‘legendary’ tavern keeper’s, their wine-red coloring striking even in the autumn hues of the evening and orange-yellows of the fire.The keeper of the tavern is a drow (or perhaps a Duskwight as they’re sometimes known in part foreign) and it seems he’s sighted his next patron–that would be you–and motions for your to approach. No one else seemed to mind his presence, despite his heritage so there was no reason for the apprehension…still, you felt the skin on the back of your neck tighten as you draw closer. The elf leaned on the bar, his gaze sizing you up in less than three ticks and you realize he’s already got you figured out. Pushing himself off his lazy posture of reclining by his elbows on the bar top, he folded those thick limbs and smiled.“Welcome to Jerak’s Place–under the sign of the Silvered Cardinal. Tell me about yourself stranger…” he drawled in that curiou drow accent, “And what can I do for you?” -- source link
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