GlassEye
Adventurer
Set just off the town square, Hirot’s sole inn welcomes weary travelers day and night. A lonely caravansary long before Hirot grew into a village, the inn still retains hints of its rough origins: arrow slits are set into the shutters, a heavy iron bar stands ready to bar the door, and crenellations are set along the roof’s edge.
Morgan goes to the heavy oak door and pounds on it. You can hear the plank dragged across as someone within unbars the door and pulls it open. Standing in the door is a bulky figure, shoulders slumped in exhaustion or defeat. When he sees the girl he visibly perks up. "Morgan? Is it really you? How can it be?"
"It is, Da," says Morgan as she pushes past the man and beckons for the others to follow her into the inn. "Rescued, by kind warriors who drove off the hound and saved my life."
The man steps aside. "Come in, and quickly!" He seems much invigorated at seeing his daughter live and hale. "You have my eternal gratitude, friends!"
The inn, apparently known as the Wolf-Spear, is host to a common room on its ground floor where food and drink are served. A great wolf-spear, the inn's namesake, rests above the bar. There are several people in the room huddled over drinks and food, all looking particularly dejected. Eyes are wide as they watch strangers enter.
Morgan goes to the heavy oak door and pounds on it. You can hear the plank dragged across as someone within unbars the door and pulls it open. Standing in the door is a bulky figure, shoulders slumped in exhaustion or defeat. When he sees the girl he visibly perks up. "Morgan? Is it really you? How can it be?"
"It is, Da," says Morgan as she pushes past the man and beckons for the others to follow her into the inn. "Rescued, by kind warriors who drove off the hound and saved my life."
The man steps aside. "Come in, and quickly!" He seems much invigorated at seeing his daughter live and hale. "You have my eternal gratitude, friends!"
The inn, apparently known as the Wolf-Spear, is host to a common room on its ground floor where food and drink are served. A great wolf-spear, the inn's namesake, rests above the bar. There are several people in the room huddled over drinks and food, all looking particularly dejected. Eyes are wide as they watch strangers enter.