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The Sultry Dragon

In the middle of the city, a small log cabin stands proud upon stone, the rough wood bearing various scratches and marks upon the walls. A wide porch makes it’s way around three sides of the building and is littered with small collections of mead-stained table and chairs. The wide double-doors are almost always open (during opening hours at least) and the noise of chatter, laughter and clinking bottles can be heard from within.

 

Entering the tavern, you’ll find a wide hearth that bears a roaring fireplace, the stonework etched with various memorial dates and names around it. A banner of the Reach hangs on either side of the doorframe, accompanied by animal trophies, fur pelts and antlers hanging on the walls around the tavern. The whole place has the feel of a hunting lodge rather than a tavern, but regardless, it is often filled with common folk escaping their jobs and the cold weather that often overcasts the town.

 

Beyond the bar is the pride and joy of the inn - A huge dragon skull, worn and weathered, with a sword piercing it’s left eye socket (Now, that is a story sure worth telling!) Out the back is a small kitchen, off-limits to customers and houses small staff quarters, which are simple bedrolls hidden amongst the storeroom.

The tavern bartender is an Imperial woman by the name of Claria Varro, a kind yet no-nonsense type of woman who can throw a punch with the best of Nord women. With dark hair and olive skin like her brethren down south, she is a unique sight in this Nordic inn. With a sweet smile, she is sure to serve up a mug of ale for those who bid her greetings and tend to any new travellers seeking rooms.

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