Stretching out a modest distance into the Citadel's large, calm harbor was a pier that was no longer used for shipping. Built towards the center of the boardwalk, Pier 17 had been outreached many yahren ago by the larger, more serviceable piers of the harbor after the moles were constructed to tame the unsettled waters of the Ocean. While most of the old piers were torn down, this one remained due to popularity due to tavern that grew upon it's broad, sturdy surface, a popular place open at all marks of the day and every day of the week, it's rosy, warm lights as familiar a sight to returning sailors as any lighthouse.
The tavern itself was unique in that it was constructed entirely of timber, as much from convenience as the potential dangers of weight. As such, it boasted only a single level with a sharp roof that towered up at a stern angle. A single chimney...for there was a stove within the building...rose well above the building itself, as much to protect the pier from its dangerous sparks as it was to protect the fires from the moist spray of the sea. A fresh coat of red paint covered the buildings past coats of paint, enough such that timbers themselves no longer displayed their grain. A broad pair of white double doors protected the entrance, though these were seldom closed or even noticed, and beyond these was a modest, brightly-lit taproom with a small, lacquered bar to the right and a half dozen snugs and tables to the left. Beyond these tables were another pair of doors, a magnificent pair made of stained glass set in iron that lead out to the Gallery beyond.
While there were a few tables located within the building itself, Pier 17 remained a popular eatery due to its magnificent covered porch. The Gallery, as the locals called it, was guarded on all three sides by a carefully crafted railing and imperfectly lit with the muted, amber glow of several brass lamps hung from the upper rafters such that the lights of the harbor were not diminished for the guests. Another small bar was stationed here alongside the stained glass doors that lead inside. A pair of short steps spilled out of the Gallery opposite the tavern building to the remainder of Pier 17, a popular place for evening walks or meetings.
Regardless of where one might be upon the pier, the odor of fresh, spiced fish cooking in the hidden kitchen was unmistakable, a marvelous smell that mixed with the fresh, sea air to leave the building with a relaxing and intoxicating scent. While a short, rotund man sat behind the inside bar of the establishment, he stared wistfully out one of the many windows of the building, watching the dockyard at work and leaving one of his employees…a petite girl of perhaps fourteen yahren with a considerably freckled face under warm, brown hair…to greet newcomer
Walking down the street street of the Citadel Falco had a smile crook of a smile upon his lips, As he made a quick walking pace with a soft tick tick tick sound of his staff striking the stones on the street and Breaking the silence of his silent foot falls. Falco was trying to blend in a little more this night then most as the Pier was not the best of places to attract eye's. He instead choice to keep his robe back at the School and put on this street clothing. Boot's breaches and a nice top shirt with a hint of gold around his neck line where his necklace always hung. Though there was also a faint shimmer every now and then as his shield would catch a faint flicker of light though mostly Falco kept that hidden to the few would could see the weaving of aether.
Getting Out past the gates in to the harbor was easy though he did let his shoulders slump for a moment at the though of going back though the rabble of beggars and cut purses at the gate. Though he was one of the few that did not hide there purses he let it lay in view on it's string though the wards he traced into it would give any who tried to cut the string or bag a very nasty burn upon the hand he found it somewhat amusing the pain someone would try and go though for a few banners. Reaching the pier after a short walk though the harbor Falco did have to sit back and smile at the building it self. It was not overly impressive though how it has survived here is impressive as every thing else around it was washed a way and taken down the Pier was like a new seed in the dirt keeping the soil around it close and trying to ready the area to take more growth.
Walking into the bar Falco lips turn up and yes eye's warmed to the little girl that greeted him. "Good day young miss I require a table for my self and a genital man I plan to meet. And how goes your evening this far quiet and trouble free I hope." Falco says letting his eye's travel around the room taking a look to see who is there and reaching out with with Aether testing for any wards while waiting for the young lady to show him to a table.[/quote]
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