Re: Story 102. The ArlÂ’s Ward
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Richard surveys the room as he enters the tavern. He spies three folks at a single table on the mezzanine above, the two dwarves at one table on the first floor, a pair of locals at an adjacent table, and three men in light armor standing next to the stone fireplace to their left.
There are at least two people (he sees one woman and another sleeve, but can’t catch anything beyond that) in the kitchen to the right of the entrance, and one serving girl walking up the stairs.
At the pronouncement of Loran’s return, the two locals below look up and raise their glasses with a hearty cheer. On the mezzanine above, folks stand to get a look; the group see recognition in the eyes of an older, balding gentleman, a woman with him smiling broadly. The third person Richard noticed with them doesn’t appear to stand.
And then everyone goes back to what they were doing, effectively ignoring the newcomers.
With a smirk, Sally quips, “And nobody cares, cousin. So many people move through Lothering these days. Papa says it’s the opposite of Orlesian rule, because of the rebellion; folks found mobility, and the banns and arls recruit skilled workers, instead of restricting movement of the common folk. A lot of things are done just to be different from Orlais, he says.
“Oh, you said you were looking for the lord mayor, Fost? He was the one without the hair up above.”