Patriots of Trozan
25 Month of the Bear, 1287
The influx of eager adventurers was astounding in both numbers and immediacy. The notice posted throughout the land drew members of nearly every race in Trozan here to Briedhof, an immense and bustling town, one truly deserving to be the capital city of Trozan. For those who entered through the East Gate, they had been duly checked in, the guards dressed in chainmail with a green surcoat emblazoned with the Briedhof rose and a right sleeve marked with the image of the sun--Guards of the Sun; for those who entered through the West Gate, the guards were similarly dressed through the right sleeve was marked with a brown bear--Guards of the Bear. At either gate, the guards were no-nonsense, unwilling to be hurried just because traffic had increased so dramatically since the notices had been posted, making certain that no enemy of Trozan made entry through laxity.
The notices had sent waves of excitement and expectation throughout Trozan. The center of the city's social activity, the Mithril Claw Inn, rested serenely along Main Street, though within view of the devastation that those local to Briedhof referred to as the "Fire District", a large tract of ruin caused by magical mishap. Often, adventurer-wrought turbulence occurred behind the doors of the Mithril Claw, but only rarely was such turbulence enough to bring the guard who would then demand that combatants choose between taking their fight to the arena, receiving a date for the royal court which would issue a binding judgment, or shaking hands and making peace.
Having secured lodging at the Mithril Claw, those answering the call could present themselves at nine bells to the dock gate, known as the Gate of the Black Lotus, to answer the recruitment call. Last night, there had been entertainment by a troupe of four human men--the popular Balkin Four--who were talented with singing, dancing, and acrobatics.
This morning, at just seven bells, the Inn's common room was fairly empty--five patrons from the prior evening of a most varied nature--two elves, though they clearly hailed from different tribes, a dwarf, a kuduk, and a slithzerikai. At one table, not far from the entrance were the only two other patrons--one man wearing the robes of a mage, a golden chain around his neck which undoubtedly led to the green card that he must carry in a secure place beneath those robes, the other a man in chainmail and the white leather headband embroidered with purple and gold telling of his devotion to Peren. In front of them, on the table, were cooling cups of coffee, plates of eggs and sausages haphazardly poked at, while their primary attention was upon the heavy tome between them. Behind the bar, a neatly dressed, clean-shaven human man stood ready to take breakfast orders.
The aroma of freshly-brewed coffee wafted throughout the dark but cozy establishment, mingling with the enticing aromas of sausages and freshly-baked bread. From the prior evening, patrons would recall that the menu currently also included stewed apples, fresh-pressed cider, hard cider, and a variety of ales and mead.
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