The Tavern Re-awakens
(From The Game Room)
The Englishman thought he heard voices, more than one then. He cocked a brow toward the direction from whence they came. Aaah! The place stirs once more, then? The tavern had a way of drawing one to it over and over, it seemed. No doubt others had heard the call. Whom? Well, one could never tell, really. It seemed the place touched not only different times but different worlds entirely. The best thing, the only thing really, to do was rise from the seat and see for himself.
Meri gathered the ole vintage made by Quintus Maxximus here in this very place, parted the red velvet curtains, and peeked within the taproom beyond. There were several good folks at the bar, along with the keeper himself, of course. The blonde woman was having a spot of bother; it would seem. Her first time here, most likely. Meri smiled in sympathy, for he remembered his own. Had it been but a year ago or a thousand? Who could tell for time held no sway at the tavern. None that he could fathom.
Meri strode to the bar, doffed his bowler, and nodded to each person in turn. "Well met! It is good to see others about the place. I have been here for some time... well it doesn't matter how long really. My name is Smythe, Meriwether Lewis Smythe. I am at your service."
The Englishman smiled his bravest at the troubled woman. "Your first time, I suppose. Never fear, we all have had similar misgivings, but I assure you, you are quite safe. As far as a whiskey... I would suggest Irish but may I also suggest sharing a glass of wine. This is a special vintage made by a chap who once tended that bar himself. A Roman by the name of Quintus. If so, I can call for another glass perchance?"