In the town of Beregost along the Swordcoast, the Drained Ox Tavern had its grand opening only a month ago. Catering to adventurers and traveling groups, the restaurant can seat large parties and features a stage at the back for entertainment. A gruesome tavern sign, a white ox hung by it's back legs with a slit throat, belies the friendly atmosphere. The waiters are polite and the floor is clean - things most weary heroes can appreciate.
As you enter, a hostess asks to store your weapons in a locker, directs you to a table and soon your drink order is placed. Being the middle of the day, the tavern is not too busy but a few patrons congregate at the long bar. The seating is communal, long tables with a narrow bench and near you sits a tiefling. To their credit, the wait staff seems familiar with her or at least tries very hard to not be put off.
With those odd, gold pupil-less eyes, her gaze flickers to you for a moment. She looks rough, like a ranger who's spent too long away from their home hearth. Almost begrudgingly she acknowledges your presence with a small nod, lifting her glass of dark beer.
{A simple tavern scene, because I'm quite rusty with this character! Reply at your convenience.}
As you enter, a hostess asks to store your weapons in a locker, directs you to a table and soon your drink order is placed. Being the middle of the day, the tavern is not too busy but a few patrons congregate at the long bar. The seating is communal, long tables with a narrow bench and near you sits a tiefling. To their credit, the wait staff seems familiar with her or at least tries very hard to not be put off.
With those odd, gold pupil-less eyes, her gaze flickers to you for a moment. She looks rough, like a ranger who's spent too long away from their home hearth. Almost begrudgingly she acknowledges your presence with a small nod, lifting her glass of dark beer.
{A simple tavern scene, because I'm quite rusty with this character! Reply at your convenience.}
The elf smirks as he watches and nods in turn as he looks over. Someone else's drink had been delievered to him, which he dumps out. Rotten drinks... he grumbles.
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