nothingpoetic
First Post
Chaucer enters the Leeward and gets hit with a blast of cool air. He removes his scarf and waits for his eyes to adjust. He hears the barkeep call to them, so he walks over to him. "It sure is warmer than we are used to in Sangre del Sol, so your Inn is a welcome relief for merchants like us. Hello, my name is Chaucer, and I am a mover of exotic imports into the Ohum River Valley. I was told that your establishment would treat us well, so I was hoping to book a few rooms for my companions and our guards. And I would also like some of your finest wine, to wash the taste of travel from my mouth if you don't mind."