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Crownfield
~ Sunset~
Ten days before the Harvest of Cornaith
As the sun begins to set, the hardworking locals of Crownfield began to make their way to their preferred drinking spot; the Tipsy Bull. Located at the square in the center of town, it was a well-built two story tavern. While it was already a larger building and easy for most to find, a sign hung above its door with a minotaur-like man drinking a mug of ale painted on a piece of wood. While normally only frequented by the locals, to no ones surprise, the building was already crowded with folks as travelers from all walks of life gathered here before the festival.
Outside the front of the establishment, some horses were tied to a post with a single Leonan watching over them. Some people were seated outside at tables on a good-size patio that took up the width of the building and stretched all the way to the road. Some Ratoakens stood off to the side of the building, just off of the patio. Seated in a semi-circle with a small fire where they cooked meat. Three half Orcs listened intently with an older, full-blooded Orc. A pair of Kellians sat on either side of the door, clearly hired bouncers for the establishment.
Inside, a group of Dwarves and Tieflings sat playing cards, drinking and having a laugh. A band of Elves played upon a quickly constructed stage on the far wall of the tavern. A group of Leonans arm wrestled close to the door with a pile of coins in the center of the table. A pair of dark-skinned Goblins sat above on some of the overhanging beams watching the crowd. At the bar was a friendly woman pouring drinks. A bit older, she had orange hair that just started to grey and a scar across her lips.
For most people it was strange seeing so many races in one place. Even stranger for them all to be getting along, though the night was just starting and there was bound to be a brawl or two.
The town itself was starting to wind down, most shops were beginning to close but there were a few traveling merchant carts set up in the square and lining the main road that cut through town. A few called out "Fresh fruit here! Straight from Elineshire trees." or "Fish like you've never tasted! From the Senso Isles, blessed by Maerel herself!" to passing locals as most made their way to their homes or the Tipsy Bull.
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On the edge of the town, things were much quieter. A wooden wall surrounded the town, with guards posted every so often along the tops of the wall. The gates were wide open, welcoming a few carts and horses into the town. A few people rode out of town, likely heading back to their farms. Just outside the eastern gate, some people were stopping at a finer looking inn. The' Drowsy Lamb' hung above an open gate on both of the entrances of the lot, with fences around the rest of it. A stable was just inside the main gate, where a few horses and a cart were stashed. Unlike the Tipsy Bull, no one but a few well-equipped guards stood outside.
Inside was much quieter as well. A few tables were filled as some wealthy merchants or nobles talked, drinking wines and eating various meals. An Elven woman sat at the counter, checking people into rooms or running an order of food into a back room.
Crownfield
~ Sunset~
Ten days before the Harvest of Cornaith
As the sun begins to set, the hardworking locals of Crownfield began to make their way to their preferred drinking spot; the Tipsy Bull. Located at the square in the center of town, it was a well-built two story tavern. While it was already a larger building and easy for most to find, a sign hung above its door with a minotaur-like man drinking a mug of ale painted on a piece of wood. While normally only frequented by the locals, to no ones surprise, the building was already crowded with folks as travelers from all walks of life gathered here before the festival.
Outside the front of the establishment, some horses were tied to a post with a single Leonan watching over them. Some people were seated outside at tables on a good-size patio that took up the width of the building and stretched all the way to the road. Some Ratoakens stood off to the side of the building, just off of the patio. Seated in a semi-circle with a small fire where they cooked meat. Three half Orcs listened intently with an older, full-blooded Orc. A pair of Kellians sat on either side of the door, clearly hired bouncers for the establishment.
Inside, a group of Dwarves and Tieflings sat playing cards, drinking and having a laugh. A band of Elves played upon a quickly constructed stage on the far wall of the tavern. A group of Leonans arm wrestled close to the door with a pile of coins in the center of the table. A pair of dark-skinned Goblins sat above on some of the overhanging beams watching the crowd. At the bar was a friendly woman pouring drinks. A bit older, she had orange hair that just started to grey and a scar across her lips.
For most people it was strange seeing so many races in one place. Even stranger for them all to be getting along, though the night was just starting and there was bound to be a brawl or two.
The town itself was starting to wind down, most shops were beginning to close but there were a few traveling merchant carts set up in the square and lining the main road that cut through town. A few called out "Fresh fruit here! Straight from Elineshire trees." or "Fish like you've never tasted! From the Senso Isles, blessed by Maerel herself!" to passing locals as most made their way to their homes or the Tipsy Bull.
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On the edge of the town, things were much quieter. A wooden wall surrounded the town, with guards posted every so often along the tops of the wall. The gates were wide open, welcoming a few carts and horses into the town. A few people rode out of town, likely heading back to their farms. Just outside the eastern gate, some people were stopping at a finer looking inn. The' Drowsy Lamb' hung above an open gate on both of the entrances of the lot, with fences around the rest of it. A stable was just inside the main gate, where a few horses and a cart were stashed. Unlike the Tipsy Bull, no one but a few well-equipped guards stood outside.
Inside was much quieter as well. A few tables were filled as some wealthy merchants or nobles talked, drinking wines and eating various meals. An Elven woman sat at the counter, checking people into rooms or running an order of food into a back room.
Celthric Matsen
Tipsy Bull Tavern
Tipsy Bull Tavern
"So you have no rooms?" A slightly dirty, but a well mannered looking man stood at the bar, leaning onto the counter to better hear the bartender over the band, laughter and various conversations going on in the building. "Sorry darling, 'fraid we are booked at the moment. We got some buildings out back being refurbished into some more rooms for the festival, but nothing for tonight." The man let out a sigh and took a look around the room. He knew when he got a look at the building it was a slim chance he was going to sleep on a bed tonight. "Any place else in the town I can stay?" The woman poured a drink for a dwarf seated at the counter, and slid it over to him. "There's the Drowsy Lamb if you have the purse for it." Shaking his head he frowned. He had already been there and didn't want to spend the entirety of his savings to spend the night in the loft of an overpriced building.
"What about work?" He asked, switching gears in the conversation. He might not have a place to sleep, but if anyone knew where to find work it was the local bartenders. "You could check the work board outside the tavern, but from the looks of it-" She motioned to the mace hanging from his hip. "-picking onions and hunting wolves isn't really the type of work you're looking for." Swearing under his breath and slipping four silver coins from his pocket, he placed them on the counter and slid them towards her. "If you hear of any work I might be interested in, send them my way. The name is Matsen. I'll be in town for a few days." The woman gave a nod and smile, pocketing the coins and filling a cup of ale and giving it to him. "I'll keep an ear open for yah' Matsen."
Turning around to get a better look at the bar, Matsen leaned against the counter and sipped from the cup he was given. Hopefully things turned around for him soon, he hadn't found a proper test for his abilities in a few weeks now. For now, enjoy yourself. He thought quietly, his gaze resting on a group of woman around his age. He flashed them a smile, a few of them whispering and laughing with one-another. Maybe he would have a place to sleep tonight.
"What about work?" He asked, switching gears in the conversation. He might not have a place to sleep, but if anyone knew where to find work it was the local bartenders. "You could check the work board outside the tavern, but from the looks of it-" She motioned to the mace hanging from his hip. "-picking onions and hunting wolves isn't really the type of work you're looking for." Swearing under his breath and slipping four silver coins from his pocket, he placed them on the counter and slid them towards her. "If you hear of any work I might be interested in, send them my way. The name is Matsen. I'll be in town for a few days." The woman gave a nod and smile, pocketing the coins and filling a cup of ale and giving it to him. "I'll keep an ear open for yah' Matsen."
Turning around to get a better look at the bar, Matsen leaned against the counter and sipped from the cup he was given. Hopefully things turned around for him soon, he hadn't found a proper test for his abilities in a few weeks now. For now, enjoy yourself. He thought quietly, his gaze resting on a group of woman around his age. He flashed them a smile, a few of them whispering and laughing with one-another. Maybe he would have a place to sleep tonight.