To an observer on the dusty street, the Golden Tankard painted on the shape of a Worgs head gleams like a beacon in the sun scorched realm.
On entering through the doors you find yourself in a modest comfortable Inn fit for a traveling king to rest in. Behind the counter a shady looking Halfling sits on a stool picking his teath with a toothpick. In the far corner a frazzled old timer sits playing a small harp quietly for the entertainment of the guests, and By the fire place an attractive Halfling woman in green woodsmen gear stands dazing into the fire, looking a million miles away
Noticing his guests the shady halfling stands and bows to you
" He'lo mates, M' names Sweetbriar, Jaucimo Sweetbriar at yer serv'n what may I get ye name it an like magikans I swear to ye you'll have it be'fer ye can say rotten Bombardril"
With that the little man stands expectingly waiting for an order, over in the corner the old timer cackles to himself, and the young woman sighs
On entering through the doors you find yourself in a modest comfortable Inn fit for a traveling king to rest in. Behind the counter a shady looking Halfling sits on a stool picking his teath with a toothpick. In the far corner a frazzled old timer sits playing a small harp quietly for the entertainment of the guests, and By the fire place an attractive Halfling woman in green woodsmen gear stands dazing into the fire, looking a million miles away
Noticing his guests the shady halfling stands and bows to you
" He'lo mates, M' names Sweetbriar, Jaucimo Sweetbriar at yer serv'n what may I get ye name it an like magikans I swear to ye you'll have it be'fer ye can say rotten Bombardril"
With that the little man stands expectingly waiting for an order, over in the corner the old timer cackles to himself, and the young woman sighs
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