Oberons Veil
Radiant Bard
Ah, the city of Estel, capital of the might Kingdom of Estaria. A shinning beacon here on the northern shores of the Continent. While Estel is well known for it's clean streets, kind people, and beauty, to the traveler and the adventurer the Inns are the best part. They are usually clean, not too expensive and very cozy. One in particular, the Inn in the Tree that sits along the harbor, looking out as it has done for many decades stands as a beacon of its own to the weary and tired, a beacon of warmth, food and a nice bed to sleep in.
On one such day, a lone adventurer rode through the main gates and up a couple of side roads finally coming to the Inn in the Tree, a smile on her weary lips gracing her figure with a little bit of joy that it had not known in weeks. As the horse was making its way towards the inn, a stable boy came out and offered to take the horse for a measly crown, the currency of many of the realms in this area. Handing the crown, our adventurer smiled a little as she grabbed her sword, not even bothering to buckle it to her waist, her knapsack and a couple other items including her pouch full of crowns. Wandering off towards the Inn's entrance lazily. The stable boy took the horse and tied it up, feeding it and watering to make sure the horse was happy as well.
Pushing the door open with a bit of a loud creaking noise, our adventurer drew the attention of all inside that were close to the door, and behind the bar on the other side of the room, the Tavern keeper. A stout man, broad shoulders and grey hair. His eyes were a light icy blue that pierced through the warm atmosphere of the inn. The jollity that could be heard from outside stopped as she entered but soon returned when those gathered assessed her as not a threat. Making her way to the bar she set her sword and knapsack on the bar itself plumping her sore rump onto a stool and sighing with relief. "A room for a couple nights, and a merryman" she said, "please" the adventurer added. With a gruff acknowledgement the Tavern keeper put a room key next to her and took ten crowns for the night and would do so for as long as she stayed. He returned soon enough with a plate of bread, cheese, some fresh fish and fruit and a cup of spiced cider, the merryman as it was called. He went back to his business as the adventurer ate her food and drank, relishing the quality of it all. A content smile on her lips, her eyes hanging heavily, and her breathing calm. Peace at last.
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