Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161215214850/@comment-25808351-20161220022012

"No not every one. Menady our Dwarvish tailor is closed at this hour. She's probably enjoying a bowl of warm soup amd a book right now." He chuckles. "This is the Frozen Mug! Best tavern in town. Come on you." He pulls Lucida into the tavern. Lucida is treated to the sight of burly men in joyous conversation with friends or strumpets. Seductive women dance on tables while a band plays appropriately rowdy music. Hound works his way through the revelry skillfully keeping his mind on Lucida behind him.

Hound creates a clean path for Lucida by moving patrons with gentle pushes. His obvious goal is the bar. Having worked their way through the crowd, Hound plops down on a bar stool and leans his father's sword against the bar. The bar tender at work is an older gentleman in his fifties. He has tan skin like Hound, chestnut colored hair with gray patches, brown eyes and big mustache that covers his mouth.

"Eh now, look who it is. What you want Marcus?" He leans over the bar. The scent of burning wood fills the air, hints of alcohol and food mixed in. Lucida takes her seat by Hound, she can't help but notice a group of men by a support beam talking and staring at her.

"Evening Brando, I'll have a pork thigh and the house beer." He says while cracking open a bar peanut. "You want anything Lu?"