The Burpin' Dragon is a two floor friendly Inn for those travelers down on their luck. Run by an odd couple, this Inn caters to the poor and kind of heart. Here a man or woman can get experienced advice, new jokes and a place to stay for a very low price. Bardic and rogueish people tend to frequent this Inn the most. Bards share their talents and compete in a friendly atmosphere, while rogues can feel safe and secure for a night.
The well decorated foyer contains a grumbling old dwarf behind a desk, a place to hang your coat, a few comfy seats to rest in while waiting to check in, and a few baked goods to sample while your relaxing. A stairway leads up to the second floor and a doorway leads into the Bar, where sounds of merry fun can be heard.
The Burpin' Dragon - Chyril 27th, MT
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The Burpin' Dragon - Chyril 27th, MT
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Aranea stood outside the door to the Burpin' Dragon and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes momentarily and whispered a prayer to Uphuron. The dark-haired Achadhiel only opened her eyes when she felt a peace flow through her, and she felt ready to face whatever may come.
Gripping the handle of her bag while smoothing down her dress, Aranea stepped into the inn and looked around slowly. Accustomed to a certain amount of cleanliness, she looked for signs that the inn and tavern had been well-cared for, otherwise she would need to brave the gusty weather outside to find another place to sleep.
Gripping the handle of her bag while smoothing down her dress, Aranea stepped into the inn and looked around slowly. Accustomed to a certain amount of cleanliness, she looked for signs that the inn and tavern had been well-cared for, otherwise she would need to brave the gusty weather outside to find another place to sleep.
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The inn door closed labouriosly behind her, instantly muting the gale outside considerably - though a slight whistle now sounded from the gaps in the portal. Past this the sound of sparse conversation came from behind the door to the tap room along with the occasional clatter of cutlery on crockery, or the heavy thud of mugs.
The foyer of the Dragon readily presented itself to Aranea's scrutiny. The furniture was simple and undecorated with obvious signs of wear, yet kept conspicously clean, dusted, and with the odd hint of a polish. Much of the building appeared to be wood - from the scuffed floorboards, the doors, and simple staircase to the solid dark beams reaching up to the rafters along the plastered walls. The floor, too was swept and clean, yet to see the marks of a days' business. The inn - this room, at least - had little scent asides from what was given off by the rather welcoming platter of pastries sitting upon a small table amidst the waiting chairs.
Somewhat less receptive was the dwarf behind the desk. It was difficult to tell whether the furrowed brow and dour expression upon his craggy features were simply natural or if he was genuinely displeased to see Aranea (maybe it was her blatant assessment of the premises which brought it forth). Although there were small rings beneath his eyes he had a tankard resting on his desk, besides an inkwell and above a fat ledger.
In any case, the dwarf sipped impassively upon the contents of his mug as he regarded the Achadhiel, waiting for her to speak.
The foyer of the Dragon readily presented itself to Aranea's scrutiny. The furniture was simple and undecorated with obvious signs of wear, yet kept conspicously clean, dusted, and with the odd hint of a polish. Much of the building appeared to be wood - from the scuffed floorboards, the doors, and simple staircase to the solid dark beams reaching up to the rafters along the plastered walls. The floor, too was swept and clean, yet to see the marks of a days' business. The inn - this room, at least - had little scent asides from what was given off by the rather welcoming platter of pastries sitting upon a small table amidst the waiting chairs.
Somewhat less receptive was the dwarf behind the desk. It was difficult to tell whether the furrowed brow and dour expression upon his craggy features were simply natural or if he was genuinely displeased to see Aranea (maybe it was her blatant assessment of the premises which brought it forth). Although there were small rings beneath his eyes he had a tankard resting on his desk, besides an inkwell and above a fat ledger.
In any case, the dwarf sipped impassively upon the contents of his mug as he regarded the Achadhiel, waiting for her to speak.
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Aranea surveyed the foyer carefully, not yet taking full notice of the dwarf behind the desk. The floors looked swept and clean, much to her satisfaction. Smiling inwardly at the sight of sweet treats on a table, the smell causing her to take another step forward, Aranea dropped her bags and breathed deeply, enjoying the clean air and quiet surrounds. After an unsteady sea voyage, the smell of fish and sweat cloying to her nostrils, as well as the buffeting gusts of wind she had to brave on her walk to the inn, Aranea was pleased to be a in a quieter, more peaceful environment. The sounds of conversation and dining were soothing and welcome.
After a moment or two, Aranea caught sight of the dwarf sitting at the desk, regarding her with what appeared to be a critical and somewhat unfriendly eye. She smiled uncertainly, annoyed at the hesitance that seemed to have become a companion since she set off on this adventure. The Achadhiel grasped for the serenity and self-confidence that had been carefully cultivated within her by her mother and extended family, finding it frustratingly illusive.
Aware that her silence could be misconstrued as disdain, she stepped forward quickly as she asked (in human): Good morning. I was hoping to occupy one of your rooms for two or three nights.
After a moment or two, Aranea caught sight of the dwarf sitting at the desk, regarding her with what appeared to be a critical and somewhat unfriendly eye. She smiled uncertainly, annoyed at the hesitance that seemed to have become a companion since she set off on this adventure. The Achadhiel grasped for the serenity and self-confidence that had been carefully cultivated within her by her mother and extended family, finding it frustratingly illusive.
Aware that her silence could be misconstrued as disdain, she stepped forward quickly as she asked (in human): Good morning. I was hoping to occupy one of your rooms for two or three nights.
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The receptionist leaned forward awkwardly and dipped a feathered quill into the inkpot while taking a long, slurping draught from the mug. His eyes crossed over at this point to assess the contents of the tankard as they disappeared, but he resumed his steady gaze upon Aranea once he finished.
"Shuild be easy enough. Still hae a room or twae tae let, but they're nae the comeliest."
His voice was as rough as his appearance (and from all available evidence, his personality as well), and the thick accent - reminiscent of Hafne, but a touch different - didn't make it any easier to understand.
"Those pastries aren't just for decoration, lass. Eat something, you're making me ill by luiking at ye. Och, you're a skinny malinky even for an Achadhiel."
The quill was pointed at the furniture in a rather stern gesture of hospitality.
"Ai'll need a name and a few banners afore I gi' ye a room. Ye new in town? Ane of the lasses here might be able tae help ye roond a touch."
"Shuild be easy enough. Still hae a room or twae tae let, but they're nae the comeliest."
His voice was as rough as his appearance (and from all available evidence, his personality as well), and the thick accent - reminiscent of Hafne, but a touch different - didn't make it any easier to understand.
"Those pastries aren't just for decoration, lass. Eat something, you're making me ill by luiking at ye. Och, you're a skinny malinky even for an Achadhiel."
The quill was pointed at the furniture in a rather stern gesture of hospitality.
"Ai'll need a name and a few banners afore I gi' ye a room. Ye new in town? Ane of the lasses here might be able tae help ye roond a touch."
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Aranea waited patiently while the dwarf finished his drink. She took the time to take another look around the room she was standing in, once again eyeing the pastries.
Apparantly noticing her interest, the dwarf invited her to indulge, but Aranea's appetite waned as he mentioned her petite form, in a somewhat dismissive manner. While Aranea was neither vain, nor unhappy with her looks, she sometimes wished for more curves and less straight lines. Slightly annoyed that the dwarf had thought it appropriate to comment on her body, she had to strive to maintain a friendly expression. The Achadhiel's inner contentment soon reasserted itself, however, as the dwarf moved on to other topics.
Aranea reached for a pastry and was about to take a delectable bite when the dwarf asked for her name and payment. Oh, my name is Aranea Coufot. Let me get some money out.
Placing the pastry back on the plate, Aranea reached into a pocket hidden under the layers of material and pulled out a few loose coins she had placed in her clothing for easy access. She stepped forward, set the coins down on the counter and smiled at the dwarf's somewhat severe expression, before stepping back and reasserting her claim on the pastry.
I would be glad of any assistance that your employees could provide she said genially before taking a bite of the sweet treat.
Apparantly noticing her interest, the dwarf invited her to indulge, but Aranea's appetite waned as he mentioned her petite form, in a somewhat dismissive manner. While Aranea was neither vain, nor unhappy with her looks, she sometimes wished for more curves and less straight lines. Slightly annoyed that the dwarf had thought it appropriate to comment on her body, she had to strive to maintain a friendly expression. The Achadhiel's inner contentment soon reasserted itself, however, as the dwarf moved on to other topics.
Aranea reached for a pastry and was about to take a delectable bite when the dwarf asked for her name and payment. Oh, my name is Aranea Coufot. Let me get some money out.
Placing the pastry back on the plate, Aranea reached into a pocket hidden under the layers of material and pulled out a few loose coins she had placed in her clothing for easy access. She stepped forward, set the coins down on the counter and smiled at the dwarf's somewhat severe expression, before stepping back and reasserting her claim on the pastry.
I would be glad of any assistance that your employees could provide she said genially before taking a bite of the sweet treat.
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Stubby, inkstained fingers moved with the dexterity which belied the dwarf's familiarity in dealing with coins - but the paltry sum given to him still yielded miniscule change, which he pushed back towards Aranea. Hopping down from the tall stool, he spoke as he ambled over to the door to the taproom.
"Call me Bill. You get three square meals a day here - but not much meat and plain scran. You want more, plenty of places what'll gi' it tae ye. Speaking of which..."
Bill stuck his head into the bar and yelled, "Beatrice! Gi' us a hand, lass." He returned to the chair and was just settling in when a comely brown-haired woman entered, obviously a little flustered. The young lady gave Aranea a stunning smile and greeted her.
"Hello, luv. What can I do for you?" she said. Her voice was warm and energetic, yet to be worn down by the day's trade. Bill (now head down and scribbling something into the ledger) jiggled an old key upon the air before the woman, which she took and continued: "Just want to see your room then, or is there something else I can help with?"
"Call me Bill. You get three square meals a day here - but not much meat and plain scran. You want more, plenty of places what'll gi' it tae ye. Speaking of which..."
Bill stuck his head into the bar and yelled, "Beatrice! Gi' us a hand, lass." He returned to the chair and was just settling in when a comely brown-haired woman entered, obviously a little flustered. The young lady gave Aranea a stunning smile and greeted her.
"Hello, luv. What can I do for you?" she said. Her voice was warm and energetic, yet to be worn down by the day's trade. Bill (now head down and scribbling something into the ledger) jiggled an old key upon the air before the woman, which she took and continued: "Just want to see your room then, or is there something else I can help with?"