The Fallen Lion was rowdy, like was normal at night. A great fire was roaring in the hearth, warming the whole room. I glowed with a warm golden color. The room was lit by both the fire and candles, which were located on the walls and hanging from the ceiling.Patrons were all over the place, taking part in the many activities that went on in the tavern. They gambled, drank, ate, sang, and a multitude of other activities.A few men were standing with each other on the top of a table, singing drunkenly, mugs in hand. One of them stumbled forwards, causing the whole table to tip forwards, depositing the sodden heap on the floor.
A cheer went up from the hyunai fights in the corner as one of the participants was beaten. Money swapped hands and a man was dragged out of the crowd. His body was bruised and blood ran from his face. He was deposited in an empty chair near to the fireplace, where he proceeded to fall facefirst onto the table. More cheers went up from the fights as a new fighter entered the ring. There were taunts, suggestions, and words of encouragement shouted to the newcomer.
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[fieldbox=Rena Sunalli Corvil, aqua, dashed, 10"]
Rena leaned against the bar, watching the crowd in the corner as the cheers went up. She turned and poked her head through a doorway behind the bar. "Lucille! Could you take over the bar for me? The fights are getting interesting!" she shouted.
An older dark-haired man looked up from where he was washing the dishes from the dinner crowd. "Shirking duties again, Rena? You're gonna have to start working more if you keep this up," he teased good-naturedly.
Rena looked over to him and smiled. "I already work the most out of everyone, Elaijah. And you know it. I'm still working off the repairs that had to be made from the... incident last month."
Elaijah laughed, setting a recently cleaned plate aside. "I've already told you that it's fine," he said, "It wasn't completely your fault." He looked up at the sound of feet racing down the stairs. "Sounds like Lucille's on her way."
Rena looked towards the staircase as a red-headed girl stumbled to a stop. She was a pretty little thing, around the age of 22. "Sure thing, Rena!" she said, practically skipping over to Rena. She slipped past and took up post at the bar, immediately starting to help those there.
Eliajah laughed again, shaking his head gently. "You rely on her too much. She looks up to you, y'know. She'll do whatever you ask. Better get on out there, now. Sounds like the fights are picking up." He turned back to the dishes, resuming his washing.
Rena smiled and slipped back out to the bar, herself. "Thanks," she whispered to Lucille as she passed. She hastened over to the fights, slipping through the crowd until she was at the front. Once there she turned her head to the man next to her. "What've I missed?" she questioned.
"Not much. They've just started," he replied without looking at her.
She nodded and turned her attention back to the two competitors, waiting to see how it would play out.[/fieldbox]