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Message: <blockquote data-quote="driver8" data-source="post: 2197644" data-attributes="member: 17559">James leaves the church into the  crisp, cool sunlight of a bright morning. A quick look of the village shows it be quite clean and orderly. The cottages are all stone with green tile roofs. Marlowes is easy to find, just north of the church and the iron lion fountain. So after a quick short paces, takigncare to avoid a few puddles from the previous nights storm,  he approaches the establishment.The tavern itself looks very much like the other cottages, just a little bigger perhaps, but very close. A faded sign above the door bears the image of a lion and a beer mug anf the the words Marlowes.Inside, the bar is a small place holding just three tables. The place is empty except for a young tawny haired man behind the bar, and standing on the other side of the counter, a female elf dressed in brown leather armor. A shortbow sits upon the bar.The young man pasues from his sweeping and looks up at James. Motes of dust dance in the morning light as he studies James. The female elf looks at you with a skeptic look from large eyes beneath long silvered hair. The look is a glance, then she turns away to take a drink from her mug.The young man continues sweeping."Good morning friend. Have a seat. Were not quite open, but welcome."</blockquote>