Just outside the halls of Thomas' Tumbler, on the veranda under the mace and scripture a few ranchhands congregate. They talk of their animals, including a single prize bull that's sitting beside the veranda ready to be sold. A wandering merchant has come to see the ranchhands, several aides nearby surveying the area.
Just inside the Tumbler several farmers are celebrating a hard week at the farms as they sing an old battle hymn of the goblins which once plagued the area.
Where there's a whip; At this the men all stomp their feet
There's a way;
We don't wanna go to war today;
But the master of the lash says nae nae nae;
Gonna march all day all day all day.
Further inside the first floor a mysterious stranger sits at the south side of the bar near Franklin's quarters. He wears a great cloak, that shimmers slightly in the light as he puffs upon a pipe packed with a sweet blend that surrounds him in a perfumed aura.
The second floor is mostly deserted aside from a private party within one of the rooms. Anyone passing by would blush.
The third floor is currently being prepared for some new arrivals and is off limits.
Within the loft several old men are drinking, empty bottles of rot gut mixed with cheap wines and good ales. A serving girl is bringing up another order of alcohol, with a platter of meats, cheese, and crackers.
Please place yourselves as you see fit.
Just inside the Tumbler several farmers are celebrating a hard week at the farms as they sing an old battle hymn of the goblins which once plagued the area.
Where there's a whip; At this the men all stomp their feet
There's a way;
We don't wanna go to war today;
But the master of the lash says nae nae nae;
Gonna march all day all day all day.
Further inside the first floor a mysterious stranger sits at the south side of the bar near Franklin's quarters. He wears a great cloak, that shimmers slightly in the light as he puffs upon a pipe packed with a sweet blend that surrounds him in a perfumed aura.
The second floor is mostly deserted aside from a private party within one of the rooms. Anyone passing by would blush.
The third floor is currently being prepared for some new arrivals and is off limits.
Within the loft several old men are drinking, empty bottles of rot gut mixed with cheap wines and good ales. A serving girl is bringing up another order of alcohol, with a platter of meats, cheese, and crackers.
Please place yourselves as you see fit.