The Red Banner
The Red Banner is one of the more prominent brothels in the Inner City, a place as infamous for its underworld connections as it is for it's cheap, desperate whores. The tall and narrow building lies at the edge between the Inner City and the Harbor, just outside the walls. It's regal exterior is well-kept, with soft, subtle coloring that gives the place a warm and inviting appearance. The building is unmarked save for a distinctive wrought-iron lamp bracket just over the front door that features a red-hooded glass and a twinkling blaze at all hours of the night. All of the windows on the first floor of the three-level complex have been bricked up, and the windows above are all covered with strong, iron bars carefully iron-worked to make them almost unnoticeable so as not to detract from the establishment's otherwise inviting image.
Within the door was a taproom that attempted to be elegant and refined, though to the critical eye it was nothing more than gaudy and overdone. Velvet and silk were draped along the walls, both to obscure sound as well as to decorate, all dyed in red and purple to give the impression of wealth. Numerous booths, tables, and chairs filled the room, gathered into smaller groups that were imperfectly separated from one another to leave the impression of seclusion. A short bar centered the opposite wall, its lacquered top marred by countless glasses and tumblers from patrons past. The bar was protected by a line of low stools, each topped with a cotton cushion dyed in the same tones of red and purple that matched the walls. The lighting in the room was dim and obscure, provided by a few discreetly placed lamps that burned pungent and black from fish oil.
New visitors drew little immediate attention from any of the patrons or employees save for the bartender. He was a tall, bald, dark man standing behind the bar, his white shirt and red vest giving him a sharp and distinctive appearance over his chocolate complexion. He was carefully decanting a bottle of red wine, a task to which he devoted the sum of his attention as the bloody fluid was transferred into the decanter below. Without looking away from his task, he spoke, his words deep, resonant, and patient. "Welcome to the Red Banner. May I get you a drink while you wait?"
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Samheen 26th, Yahren 1224 AD, Third Mark, Evening Tide
We shall call her Flora now and she moved with feminine purpose along the streets of the Inner City, passed the near empty market place, her figure hidden by her dark cloak, her face obscured by the wide hood pulled low upon her shadowed, flawless face, her blue eyes were the only color that can be seen from that gray darkness.
Flora was neither hurried nor slow, her tread was just normal enough for other passersby to take no notice of this garbed figure bundled and hidden in her large cloak. Her sandled feet fell lightly upon the cobbled pavement, a slight sound under the night, domed sky.
What was her purpose, one might ask. Her direction came from the Patrician's Ring, sometimes taking a furtive glance behind her, checking if someone was following her, her blue eyes under that shadowed cowl could be seen slanting as if peering through the near dimness of the night. She moved passed the empty stalls, passed the closed Shop of Audrey's Otherwear <although she paused for a few flickers, gazing adoringly at the center of fashion world>, passed the noisy tavern of the Burping dragon, her slim hand pulling low her hood and moved along deliberately towards the Outer Gate and stopped just before a regal exterior of the edifice which was her goal.
The Red Banner.
Flora knew her patron and her employer would not miss her that night. He was busy running the Citadel and besides, she was here on his behalf, although he would not know of this, she had decided that in the onset. She was here to protect him and her investment through him. She needed to get more information for him, information that he would not be able to obtain by walling himself inside the Citadel Palace, although she knew, he might have some ways of gathering information, but it would not be as accurate as being there himself.
It was time to know what the commoners were thinking. She knew the Burping Dragon was off limits, a lot of people knew her there, and she had heard so much about this place and in this place, she knew things and news would be floating about like butterflies flittering through the air.
Flora was here for a purpose.
"Uh rid whuyn pliz." She had entered and replied in her exotic accent when she purposely sought the bartender. She looked around her with curiosity and settled her blue eyes, still hidden under cowl, upon the bartender.
"Ay um a duhnzer." Flora said matter-of-factly and professionaly, stating her intentions and questions with just that obvious statement.