Redsirrah
Junior Member
The Town of Baxley is unique: They have an above average quantity of bakers, the town wizard has a 3 story tower, and the local rat-catcher is a cheery, friendly fellow: a reputation that made him a bit of a celebrity in the small town. The town militia namely watches out for petty crime and small goblin parties who like to make mischief (Such as drenching freshly dried laundry in foul liquids or writing obscene messages on beloved town landmarks, making rude gestures and cackling as they escape). Their recent disappearance has been a relief, although some may miss the little devil's and the way their antics brought excitement to the town.
The Ugly Horse tavern isn't particularly busy, but its still takes time to get a drink. After all, there isn't a barmaid to serve or pour, and the owner, Jakob Maes, is the only one who works there, and according to townsfolk, always has been. Many townsfolk come and go,but Quenth Tanulth, the rat-catcher, and Lennalth, the rowdiest and greatest bard around, always sit together singing, drinking, and telling incredible (and rarely true) stories regarding their individual or mutual escapades. They drink there because Jakob sometimes gives them free beer, and Jakob sometimes gives them free beer because they bring in most of his customers anyway. Tonight the local wizard, Prabeus XXIII stopped by, presumably for a listen to the stories of two loud patrons of the bar.
The taverns lamp outside is the first of a whole line of unlit lamps. It seems the local lamplighter stopped for a drink, although there isn't a town lamplighter. Those who pay attention might have noticed Prabeus staring at several patrons, his muttering of spells under his breath, and perhaps a few meaningful glances with Quenth. He's not the most subtle of wizards. Quenth and Tanulth are finishing beers and a story in which Tanulth charmed a young, female dragon into parting with a scale. Nobody believes him, but they all pretend like they do.
The Ugly Horse tavern isn't particularly busy, but its still takes time to get a drink. After all, there isn't a barmaid to serve or pour, and the owner, Jakob Maes, is the only one who works there, and according to townsfolk, always has been. Many townsfolk come and go,but Quenth Tanulth, the rat-catcher, and Lennalth, the rowdiest and greatest bard around, always sit together singing, drinking, and telling incredible (and rarely true) stories regarding their individual or mutual escapades. They drink there because Jakob sometimes gives them free beer, and Jakob sometimes gives them free beer because they bring in most of his customers anyway. Tonight the local wizard, Prabeus XXIII stopped by, presumably for a listen to the stories of two loud patrons of the bar.
The taverns lamp outside is the first of a whole line of unlit lamps. It seems the local lamplighter stopped for a drink, although there isn't a town lamplighter. Those who pay attention might have noticed Prabeus staring at several patrons, his muttering of spells under his breath, and perhaps a few meaningful glances with Quenth. He's not the most subtle of wizards. Quenth and Tanulth are finishing beers and a story in which Tanulth charmed a young, female dragon into parting with a scale. Nobody believes him, but they all pretend like they do.
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