Dark Eyes, Cold Hearts - The Blunted Blade
Late morning begins to settle in as you make you way through the city. Lamp lighters are finishing up their rounds dousing the oil lamps spaced along the main boulevards. Traffic is beginning to get heavy as the shopcarts and side stalls all begin to unpack their wares for the day of business. Unlike many of the towns in Vilmir, Old Hrolmar is experiencing a rennisance of sorts. Instead of the drab and grey cities of many of the other city states, Old Hrolmar is full of colors and gadgets from every corner of the Young Kingdoms.
After wandering through the well organized, busy, and extremely crowded, streets of Old Hrolmar you find your way to the Blunted Blade Inn. The inn is a cozy affair located along one of the main throughways heading out of town to the north. Music and laughter drift from the door each time it is opened, greeting each and every traveler with the promise of a good time. Bawdy songs from the Isle of Purple Towns color the mood for the evening as you approach the intended destination.
The door opens easily hinting of the popularity of the establishment. Inside the place is crowded with people: Sweaty cattle drivers in dusty yellowed robes just in from the wilderness, local craftsmen still in the leather aprons of their trade, a small selection of the obvious night worker some of whom are finishing up with their last client of the evening. Two musicians, playing stringed instruments, provide a pretty young girl with a tune to dance to. Several appreciative patrons toss coins at her naked feet.
Your obvious distinctive look, one that differences from the average serf present, garners a look from the bulky bartender. He reaches down grabs a few of the carved wooden mugs and begins to clean them with a not so clean looking towel that was just recently slung over his shoulder. He nods a quick, but easy to decipher, gesture in your direction indicating for you to head towards the bar.
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