Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190226002852/@comment-25828117-20190227005609

The inside was dimly lit and filled with fish hanging on the walls as trophies. Two chandeliers of eight candles each hung from the ceiling, their wick molten and low. The inn was quite full. There was a hum of talk that only died down a little when the group wandered in. It was clear that most conversations had been interrupted by the new topic of Nohaden'Cade's height and girth, not to mention Graicus'. Meyline could've been wearing an onion hat and nobody would've noticed.

After the initial break in discussion the hum returned as interest in them waned.

Some kept staring, usually those who had no company and were solely there to drown their sorrows alone. From those faces it became clear that most of the clientelle were in shipping. Those were mugs carved by sea-salt air and lined by years on the ocean. Their arms were sinewy with the occassional tattooed forearm shown bare. A hardy folk for a hardy inn.

The innkeeper seemed comparatively scrawny. He was a Nord with a red beard and a bald head. His complexion revealed he might've been a seadog as well at some point in his life.

"What can I get you?" He asked, noticing Cade first by virtue of his fancy armor. Not many people wearing such finery entered his establishment much so he put on his best salesman act for the Breton.

"Today's speciality is a salmon and leek soup."