Sabata: Crying Dragon Tavern
Across the top of the dome is the gleaming white skeleton of a dragon. Held in place by spikes through its ribs, it still appears majestic and fearful, even long after its death. From its eye sockets, down its skull, running down the dome to either side of the door, are two black trails.
Inside is a large common room, well lit by lanterns that hang from the ceiling. On the far side of the common area, directly across from the door, stands a well stocked bar and a bartender with deep brown skin and golden hoops through his ears. To the right is a stairwell leading up above the common room, and to the left stands a small stage, currently standing empty.
In between it all lies the inhabitants of the tavern. Scattered about on tables and chairs, men and women drink, eat and converse loudly. The group is diverse, more foreigners can be seen than natives of Terra Incognita.
' Ahh, a final break from a long day with my father.' Losodo bawked at the idea of going to work with his father. The man was impossible. Though the nagging feeling that seem so distant now, still tugged on his heart whenever he thought of his mother, R'asha. Shaking those feelings back into the deep recesses of his heart.
' Why can't he put away old feelings and move on? With the way he is acting, he should be locked up with the rest of the slaves. At least, that's what dear ol' Father had taught me. ' Losodo smiled as he imagined putting his gloom father in with the rest of the slaves, chuckling at the irony of the master turned servant.
Making his way into the establishment of the Crying Dragon ,having heard that many foreigners frequented the tavern. The exterior was very fearsome, if the mighty creature were alive that is. Now, just a husk of its previous majesty, a decoration of sorts to attract customers with its exotic appearance.
As Losodo strode into the room, he made a quick look around the room, just to see if anyone would notice his entrance. Losodo pulled back the shawl from his head, letting the air cool of his sweaty bare head. Taking in a deep breath, he made his way toward the bar, though he was not to particular of the bar itself because for he knew the bar keep would bore him with idle chit chat, and he was not in the mood to discuss his mind or business. He made it a point to catch the attention of the keep for something to drink, not really caring what it was.