Sitting at the Tavern Inn, Wasting time... (Open!)

[Tal Tanendar]

It had been nearly an age, Tal thought.

All right, he thought to himself. Maybe not an age since he had last gotten rip roariously drunk. But it was a long time since he had managed to find a good conversation in the big trudge from his village to Prime, and, well, he just felt it in his bones that tonight was a night where he would find some good food, good company, and maybe some good stories.

His brother, Tellurion, had come this way before, many years ago, and had given him the keys to his house in the city and some directions to the Crown inn.

"Brother," he'd said, "Trust me on this; you want adventure, the Crown is where it all starts." Tal had never gotten to finish questioning him because Tellurion was already throwing his just married wife onto his shoulder and, the both of them squealing with laughter, riding off on his horse toward his honeymoon.

Tal's brother had never been one to give hiim bad advice.

He walked into the foyer, noticed the attendant and smiled, and moved on into the bar area. The ambience wasn't bad at all. Tal noticed the clientele; a few looked engrossed in conversations, a bit of a lute lesson was going on in a quiet corner, and his sensitive ears caught the murmurings of sweet nothings of a couple in a booth.

He smiled. A good place to relax.

Tal walked up to the bar, and a gold coin and a few silvers later, found himself at a free table, sitting back in his seat and enjoying the atmosphere.

[Jarradium]

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ic: The atmosphere of the tavern at the time that Tal Tanender had chosen to spend his time there soon turnedlively, with a band of fiddlers starting up a lively tune. A number of people, predominantly human, had taken off from their chairs and was dancing to the merry folk tune. Laughter, drinks, excitement and pure adrenalin ran through the air that it was difficult not to be uplifted.

A pretty lass, albeit a little younger than Tal, with braided red hair and soft red lips, dressed in a simple black dress came up to him. She was laughing and had been laughing for quite sometime, but was not backward in coming forward to Tal.

"Ho there stranger!" she said in a playful voice "Fancy yourself a dance with me?".

She was 5'6'' tall and now, with her fine, pale clear skin, she offered out her hand to Tal willingly, urging him to join the merriment of the tavern tonight.

For that was the nature of the tavern. Every moment could be very different to the next, and every man's fortune changed in an instant. Tal's had done just that.