Thundertree
Arnold says, "Most certainly. We will see you on the morrow then." With business concluded you make your way off into the city.
All of you meet up at roughly the same time in front of a tavern with the disembodied head of a Kobold on Platter on the hanging sign. This must be Kobolds Rest.
From the outside it looks beautiful, enchanting and inviting. Large stones and huge, stone beams make up most of the building's outer structure. It's hard to see through the small, stained glass windows, but the excitement from within can be felt outside.
As you enter the tavern through the large, softwooden door, you're welcomed by aromas of roasted meats and the smell of alcohol. The bartender is working up a sweat, but still manages to welcome you with a wink.
It's as enchanting inside as it is on the outside. Hardwooden beams support the upper floor and the lights attached to them. The walls are swarmed with flags of all sorts and sizes. Some are from nearby towns or provinces, others from the far corners of the world. They must've been fitted to the owner.
The tavern itself is packed. Tourists seem to be the primary clientele here, which is often a good sign. Several long tables are occupied by, what seems to be one large group of people. The other, smaller tables are also occupied by people who seem to be close with the owner, though they happily welcome others among their midst. Even most of the stools at the bar are occupied, though nobody seems to mind more company.
You did hear rumors about this tavern, supposedly it's famous for something, but you can't remember what for. Though judging by the amount of women in this tavern and the amount of them trying to subtly eye the bartender, it's probably his good looks and charm. You stand at the entry and prepare for what will undoubtedly be a great evening.
Suddenly a reptilian humanoid, standing 2'5" tall, weighing about 35 pounds , with scaled skin and reddish brown in color with burnt orange eyes and wearing a jeweled helm that sparkles unnaturally leaps up onto bar top. In perfect common and what could only be magically enhanced to be heard over the crowd says, "Welcome everyone. Tonight is a special night indeed. We have with us liberators of a small frontier town threatened by the worse kind if brigands. These brigands threatened the local populace, Extorted money from them, Murdered it's citizens, were all around smelly and possibly headed by one of our own Neverember's agents gone rogue. These fine folk stepped in and rid the town of these unsavory folk. I give you the Heroes of Phandalin. With and part of this group to enchant with their story, music and tale is none other than the talented Jaskier." He points to the groups direction as they stand silhouetted in the door frame.
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