The entire company was scheduled to reconvene at the Laughing King Tavern for a final round of ale to celebrate their last night in the capital. Haikan was tired, but pleased with the accomplishments of the day. He had cleaned up since the grueling training session, and he felt better than ever before- though still a bit fatigued. None of that mattered because tonight would be a night of celebration. Yes, Haikan, Mikail, Sando, Matiel, Micah, Geoffrey, Regis, everybody in the company was going to share rounds and have one last good time before they left. Sando said that spending company money on a round for thirty four people would probably not be necessary, but heck. Not only is it their last night in the town, training today was vastly productive and Haikan was proud of his crew. The elvish captain approached the all too familiar appearance of the tavern
At the head of the Avenue of Trade in King's Court overlooking a small plaza of cobbled stone sat the Laughing King's Tavern. It was a large inn, as large as any rural coaching inn, and would feature a small, enclosed coach way along with three full stories with a regally steeped rooftop, at least when it was complete. While construction of the Laughing King's Tavern had left two floors complete and largely functional, the top level with it's steep rafters and sturdy walls remained a skeletal frame awaiting completion.
Due to this incomplete appearance, it was with some relief that the weary traveller found the taproom of the inn complete and still the regulars were found beyond the large, thick door through which they would gain entry. The room was low and hazy with the smoke of burning wood and pipe smoke, air that both obscured one's sight yet left behind a pleasant scent to mix with the rich, earthy smells of the dusted floor. To the right was a grand staircase of carved wood leading up to the floors above, and beyond this was the long, broad bar of newly-polished wood. To the left stretched the commons itself, with several small, round tables filling the expanse and several private snugs lining two of the walls, each spilling out more of the soft, golden light that filled the cavernous interior from countless lanterns and sconces. It had been a rough time of rebuilding, but regular patrons of the inn were set upon making sure their second home stayed. Mostly wayward warriors, rugged veterans, and the occasional regular merchant from the Avenue of Trade could be found here. The tavern was ran with exceptional care by the proprietor and with many loyal regulars and seasoned veterans it was no place to look for trouble.
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Haikan entered the door of the tavern and as he swung it open, he glanced around to see if his men were already there. "A round for all of my crew!" He shouted joyfully as he walked toward the counter and smiled brightly at the barkeep. The Laughing King's Tavern had been the company's base of operations for a long time now, and most days there were a good seven tables they prefered in the back because of their regular patronage here. "This'll be our last gathering here for quite awhile. It's a shame to say goodbye to the fair city. Are our tables still reserved?"