Post by Nero on Sept 5, 2013 20:21:08 GMT -5
"And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no m-"
The very foundations of the building shook as a crack of lightning hit threateningly close by. For a brief second it was as if time stood still, but the eery silence was quickly replaced again by the clinking of glass and buzzing and shouts.
"When his ugly red head rolled around on the floor!"
The crowd cheered and laughed as if they'd never heard that song before, and the bard must have been feeding on their energy for she didn't look the slightest bit tired even after singing for over an hour straight.
"Refill, sir?" The wench held up the mug of mulled wine and Corvus pushed his glass forward with a finger.
He was starting to feel comfortable, the mulled wine and the giant hearth in the middle of the room did wonders for wet, weary travelers. A lake had formed around the hearth from all the wet clothes hung up to dry. It seemed all the people in the area had sought refuge here. He could even make out a road patrol and some bandits, all in the same room, singing and drinking and not minding eachother.
"Is it always like this?"
"During a rainstorm? Sure!" She smiled as she readied another batch of hot beverages. "It not called Rains Refuge for nothing!" She then leaned in and mouthed "I'm Rain. Shhh."
Corvus smiled and leaned an elbow on the bar, feeling a little tipsy. The mulled wine was unexpectedly strong, but it had warmed him up quicker than a dragons breath and he pondered bringing some for the journey on.
"I'm actually thinking about expanding my business. Since it's going so well. You know? Build a bigger place, hire some new folks. Open up a few more taverns in places with sudden bad weather! Maybe even start my own brand of wine! As I'm sure you know: my mulled wine is known far beyond the walls of this tavern. My fa-"
"Clever!" The excitement in her high pitched voice made him tired just listening. If she started another lengthy rant he might actually use his daggers as ear-plugs. "But maybe you shouldn't talk so loud, someone might steal your idea."
"Right!" She clicked her tongue and winked, then disappeared into the kitchen.
He noticed the bard had disappeared too, and without her the spirit of the patrons had died a little. The weather however, had not. He sighed as he realized he might have to stay for the night.
The very foundations of the building shook as a crack of lightning hit threateningly close by. For a brief second it was as if time stood still, but the eery silence was quickly replaced again by the clinking of glass and buzzing and shouts.
"When his ugly red head rolled around on the floor!"
The crowd cheered and laughed as if they'd never heard that song before, and the bard must have been feeding on their energy for she didn't look the slightest bit tired even after singing for over an hour straight.
"Refill, sir?" The wench held up the mug of mulled wine and Corvus pushed his glass forward with a finger.
He was starting to feel comfortable, the mulled wine and the giant hearth in the middle of the room did wonders for wet, weary travelers. A lake had formed around the hearth from all the wet clothes hung up to dry. It seemed all the people in the area had sought refuge here. He could even make out a road patrol and some bandits, all in the same room, singing and drinking and not minding eachother.
"Is it always like this?"
"During a rainstorm? Sure!" She smiled as she readied another batch of hot beverages. "It not called Rains Refuge for nothing!" She then leaned in and mouthed "I'm Rain. Shhh."
Corvus smiled and leaned an elbow on the bar, feeling a little tipsy. The mulled wine was unexpectedly strong, but it had warmed him up quicker than a dragons breath and he pondered bringing some for the journey on.
"I'm actually thinking about expanding my business. Since it's going so well. You know? Build a bigger place, hire some new folks. Open up a few more taverns in places with sudden bad weather! Maybe even start my own brand of wine! As I'm sure you know: my mulled wine is known far beyond the walls of this tavern. My fa-"
"Clever!" The excitement in her high pitched voice made him tired just listening. If she started another lengthy rant he might actually use his daggers as ear-plugs. "But maybe you shouldn't talk so loud, someone might steal your idea."
"Right!" She clicked her tongue and winked, then disappeared into the kitchen.
He noticed the bard had disappeared too, and without her the spirit of the patrons had died a little. The weather however, had not. He sighed as he realized he might have to stay for the night.