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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 2217952" data-attributes="member: 4441">*The Able Apple has a wooden sign out front, carved and painted with an apple pie on it.  Wooden shutters are flung open at the windows, and the stone-slab door is set aside to welcome visitors.  Atop the building a large apple tree, heavy with the fragrent fruit, holds pride-of-place.  The scent of warm apple pie perfumes the air around the place.  Walking inside, the inn is paneled with wood to keep away the chill and damp that come from having stone walls.  Many brightly-color woven hangings decorate the walls to help keep away the chill.  A pair of sturdy ladder-stair hybrids go up to the sleeping spaces on the second story.  They rather resemble a ladder set at an angle, with slightly larger and flatter rungs than normal.**Lamps that rather resemble flowers hold flames securely within, giving the place a warm glow.  Long tables and benches stretch across the room, with young men and women serving food and drink to the travelers within.  When Cirlioniel asks his question to a passing serving maid, she considers for a moment.*"I think we have some bits that weren't put in the stew yet, would that serve?  Go and sit, I'll bring you some food and whatnot and see about a room," she says kindly.*There's a fair amount of people here.  Those nearest the bar seem to be regulars, women and men wearing well-made clothes with gathering baskets at their feet.  At the next table seem to be merchants wearing a variety of clothes, most with some kind of token of their calling readily apparent.  A beast-seller wears a braid of a switch in his hat.  A ribbon-seller wears a knot of her wares on her shoulder.  A wandering magician has a staff leaning against the table with a cat curled up around it.**The last table seems to be various kinds of travelers of no particular stripe.  There's three others that look to be warriors, two half-elf archers and a full elf priest.  They are eating sparingly and talking intently in low voices.  The occasional snatch of conversation sounds like the musical elven tongue.  The other two people are talking more loudly.  One is a particularly short and squat dwarf, dressed in the dusty clothes of a miner.  Rock dust is in his curly gray hair and beard, and he has a rather sad expression on his face.  He's talking to a truly ancient human woman, wearing the crisp garb of what seems to be an official's outfit.  She's polishing off a piece of pie, brushing crumbs off her herself, and waving a fork around for emphasis as she talks.  Her blond hair is streaked with gray, and her face is seemed with old burn scars.**The serving maid comes back in a few minutes, bearing a plate of raw meat, a bowl of water, and a tankard of something cool.  It proves to be chilled cider as she sets everything down on the table.*"Here you be.  'Tis a couple copper for the scraps, and another couple for the cider.  We have rabbit stew and smoked pigeon hash today, as well as apple pie, of course.  'Tis a silver for either dish and a piece of pie.  We can get you a bath for five copper.  We have a couple private rooms for a gold, a common room for a silver, or we can get you a space on the floor here for three copper," she says briskly.~~~*Zan, the stables prove to be a wide, low building with a small corral in back.  An old man with a host of younglings comes out to tend to Cog.  It obvious he's handled the lizards before, and has one of the little ones take it to the "tree stable" atop the building.*"'Twil be a silver for stabling your fine young lad here," he says, flashing a grin that's minus a few teeth.  That taken care of, Zan can head to the Able Apple, where he would spot the elf and hawk at the third table being tended to by a serving maid.~~~*Erland goes right to the purple-flowered building, finding the door, a slab of rock, closed against intruders, and two guards, one on either side.  Both human men with long, braided hair, bearing short, curved swords and shortbows, they regard him with caution, even as the one on the right give him a polite nod.*</blockquote>

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