In times past, Lord Ahrildale of Kislovan had made Black Bridge his home, a consummate breeder and trainer of horses and a self-appointed master of the trade. Lord Ahrildale had long since left the Citadel in generations past, but his modest home in the Patrician's Ring remains alongside a very broad and impressive coach house, it's narrow construction and dark stones tipped with winged horses at every corner making it more of a distinctive landmark for the city than the public house itself. Black Bridge was constructed of a very dark stone dug deep from the Citadel itself, for Lord Ahrildale was rumored to have constructed the buildings...both the coach house and the public house...to match his prized Kislovani racing stud, Areilo, an animal immortalized by a great statue that stood even today in the center of the great round that connected both the coach house and the public house to the street beyond.
The public house itself might have been something of a disappointment compared to the lovely coach house, it's blocky, convenient shape featuring a great terrace behind, a terrace that looked out towards the Citadel fortress itself. Black Bridge faced east to look out over a very modest stretch of city before one could see the ocean, and while it had never actually housed a bridge as the name implied, the original resident of the old house was not often remembered for his sense or sensibilities. A running balcony looked out over the coach round below, both platforms holding various tables and chairs at discreet distances to allow her residents the opportunity for morningtide breakfasts on the balcony or eveningtide dinners on the terrace, within easy sight of the rising or falling sun.
With rooms starting at a small fortune to rent, Black Bridge was hardly meant for the average tenant. Featuring a modest kitchen, several studies and lounges, and almost twenty private accommodations, it remained the choice for visiting dignitaries, the traveling wealthy, or most often permanent tenants looking for a more suitable environment than those offered in the Inner City. The foyer of Black Bridge was a broad, tiled room decorated with several potted trees of a fresh, deciduous, broad variety along with several great tapestries featuring, naturally enough, horses in various poses of run or play. A tall, thin, adhiel doorman always stood nearby, one of several servants the house kept on staff, attentive for those guests or residents that would arrive or depart throughout the day.
Rosalie, wearing a burgundy dress with a low cut neckline and an impossible wide skirt to her gown, almost like a sailship moving through the crowd, entered the Black Bridge. She did not like its Kislovan heritage, one of her goals still being to hit the nation where it hurt, like it once had hit her where it hurt. However Kaspar had mentioned the establishment in his report.
The spoiled merchantprincess had insisted of course that he attend, not taking no for an answer. She was quite fed up with his corporal and if she was entirely honest, she also simply craved Kaspar's attention. Due to Ramius' visit, and her own uncomfortableness about her upcoming marriage, she had not paid much attention to her lover. In public they would be fixed in set rules, but at least they'd be together.
"Ah yes, right there," she gestured "a perfect position to observe everybody." In a low voice she added "Now look out for anybody we might know.. I'm hoping Eisolf or Crane might show up, or somebody who will surprise me." Marcada, but that would be inconvenient. Rosalie was not comfortable with dealing with her lover and her fiance at the same time.
The execution had not affected her appetite, had in fact only encouraged it and so she put out some order for bruchetta, and a large salad with some carpaccio on the side.