Iorn's little plan

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Iorn's little plan... (36th of Jygust, morningtide)
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OOC: Maeve is going to pick up this thread, but feel free to interact

IC:

36th of Jygust, morningtide

As Iorn walked through the open door he glanced around the place. He was looking for business men, the illegal type. But that wasn't the only thing he was after today...besides some business he could use some entertainement as well...nice women...yes...some urges needed to be pleased before he could think straight.
Thus while ordering a drink at the bar he looked around, for business men and women....


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Iorn Thalas


Edited by: Maeve OBrien at: 1/27/03 7:26:37 pm

Maeve OBrien

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OOC: *grins* first post is fairly easy

IC: Entering the tavern, Iorn saw a small common room, clean and comfortably furnished. The large hearth stretched along the far wall and was currently being swept out by a servantgirl with her back to the commons. Above the hearth hung a coat of arms and two long arrows, mounted to the wall proudly.

To Iorns left lay a number of smaller alcoves, partitioned with swinging doors, for the more private patrons and a grand stairway that twisted right and climbed above the packed earthen floor to the unseen rooms above. To Iorns right lay the bar, an immense dark object with shelves loaded with bottles and kegs beyond.

The smell of earth, burning wood, tallow, and fresh bread lingered in the air from the night before, as well as a the smell of stale ale.

Four doors led to further areas of the inn, two continued on ahead to either side of the hearth and two to Iorns right beyond the long bar. There were numerous tables in this room, most of which were empty at this candlemark, and a number of stools at the bar itself. Beyond the bar near the overloaded shelving was a flanged mace stuck neatly into the wall with a moderately clean apron hung under it.

Although it was still early, the place was already slowly filling.
Two guards were sitting in a corner, taking breakfast. Iorn knew that at night guards and soldiers would to favor the place and make up the larger portion of clientele. To the side several groups of people in moderately fine clothing were discussing things in a soft voice, drinking milk and some kind of dark hot brew. Several clearly wealthy men sit around another table, sipping wine and talking in loud yet reserved tones. A few craftsmen hoard another pair of tables, grinning and laughing at each other's tales of todays business.

Behind the bar stood a small, wirey man in his late thirties with dark hair and a severe, chiselled face, cleaning the bar with a cloth. He saw Iorn enter and gave him a nod before returning to his conversation with a swarthy foreigner seated at the bar.



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Maeve O'Brien,
Owner Tazlure
Do not wake a sleeping dragon...
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OOC: We can play this out at leisure. Meanwhile I have need of this evil personae at the Open thread in KC, where the siege takes part on Samheen 2nd


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Maeve O'Brien,
Owner Tazlure
Do not wake a sleeping dragon...