true-darkmoon
First Post
The door to thin inn swings wide open as the sound of a solitary trumpet plays what just passes for the laziest fanfare anyone has ever heard. A small being, no larger than three and a half foot strides in, clad in a garish, brightly colored outfit, and a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He throws a handful of confetti in the air and bows low to all in attendance, his blazing orange beard nearly sweeping the floor. He rights himself and makes his way over to the bar. "I would like to have a bit of tea if you have it, otherwise, just a simple cup of water would suffice." he says as he hands over a few copper coins. He then begins to watch the patrons, idly thinking of the grand stories that he will be a part of.