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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Erekose13" data-source="post: 1401192" data-attributes="member: 3387">BrightholmeAfter the days travels you all are glad to head to the tavern before needing to retire to Mr. Goldbooks.  The nearest one you can find is the Kipper Kelpie, a small festive bar with mostly tiny little stools for the faen who live in the town.  There are a couple of tables in the back for the big folk.  The bar is decorated with many underwater themes, including the large fishtank behind the bar.  Many bright coloured fish swim in the large tank, its a wonder that the glass can hold that much water.  The fare is light and mostly consists of a strange mixture of imported seaweed and seafood from the coast.  The beer however is quite tasty if a bit light.With little to do besides enjoy the bar you all retire early.  The night passes quietly in the little village, the moon is wanning in the clear sky.  You enjoy the comforts of Master Mollen's associate's nice villa, its warm blankets and comfy beds a welcome comfort before the trek into the wilderness. When you wake next day you all notice that the weather has gotten quite cold.  Seems like an early winter is on its way this year.  Bundling up you head into town, though few people are out this early especially with the change in weather.As the sun begins to warm the glade, some people start to make an appearance.  The talk of the town is mostly on the weather and how cold it has gotten.  It is a nice crisp clear day however, the deep blue sky bright overhead.  Seeing to the guard duties, one member of the group is always within Mr. Goldbooks compound.  The others however wander the small village.There are a few shops that open later as people begin their dayly routines a bit later than usual.  Mr. Goldbooks runs a general store that provides some food supplies from the city as well as other things that a small community like this might need.  There are also numerous craftsmen that have small displays in their windows.  You see shops selling small wooden carvings of forest animals, crystals tied in intricately woven knots to be worn around the neck or hung in a window, and one selling jewelry made from an assortment of metals, gem stones and crystals.  There might be a few things you can pick up on your salary, but mostly you just wander the town looking.Later in the afternoon, a bard decides to pull out his lute and begins plucking away at a happy tune.  He stands in front of an open air restaurant singing infront of a few people sitting at the tables outside.  With the wind blocked by the trees and the sun shining high in the sky now, things are a little warmer and people are getting more friendly. The musician sings a song about a faen hero who trudged through miles of heavy snow in the dead of winter to rescue his family who had been captured by evil hags.  Battling through armies of rhodin and trolls he managed to save them in an evil tower built of solid crystaline ice.  As he finishes many of those gathered clap and a few toss coins.  Seeing those of you who are gathered around, he joins you after the performance and introduces himself, "Good day, fair travellers.  I am Fazioul Silvereyes, collector of tales, bard of the Glimmerwood.  How came you to our small village?".  He is a short loresong faen with long pale hair and indeed he does have silver eyes.  He is dressed in a nice blue jacket with lace droping from the sleeves and neck.</blockquote>

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