Boar's Hat Tavern の小説・ストーリー

The next turn he took was down Dorset Street, his fingers curled around the handle of his pistol as he approached a tavern called The Black Boar's Head. The scrap of parchment in his pocket he'd received this afternoon had born the name of this tavern and a time for a meeting. Someone had known he needed help in acquiring the Parr girl and had suggested he come here to discuss an alternative to the legal means he had attempted and failed. He was too desperate not to try any method, even if it meant meeting a stranger here. The moment the door swung open the scent of gin and unwashed bodies assailed him. His eyes watered and Blankenship nearly tossed his accounts.

They made more small talk as they made their way to the stalwart bar that had been around far longer than they had, and stepped inside of what felt like a time capsule. The inside was dark as one would expect, small lights dotted here and there over some of the tables and the bar itself. Faux candelabra decorated the walls and provided even more soft ambiance. The smell of the ocean air swept into the open windows, keeping the old, scrubbed pine walls coated in the finest layer of salty brine. The place had always been a tavern and dated back to the early 1800s, with the ghost stories and local lore to show for it, along with the photos - some of them ancient-looking - placed haphazardly bet

Travelers, merchants, Water Mages, River Elves, or mercenaries knew the name of the tavern—the Drowned Mermaid. The horses stopped close to the entrance, and the riders got off. A stable boy came to take the horses. The group leader took a silver coin from a satchel he had attached to his belt and gave it to the young man. "Give the deer carcass to the cook," he said before entering the tavern.

I grinned, “It's the least I can do since you're helping me find shoes to match my dress.” Brynn excitedly scrambled from behind the counter, following me out the shop. The streets weren't bustling as much. Only a few wandered about, the rest probably returned home or grabbed lunch in a random pub. “Just down the road.” I pointed, “It’s the one called Humblers Tavern.” “I don’t think I ever ate there.” “It's not much appearance wise, but their food is amazing.” “They could do with a makeover.” Brynn agreed, “Maybe some paint could do. Or-”

Holding his head higher and puffing on his chest. “It’s none of your business how I got here. Now, if you aren’t going to order a drink, I have others to attend to.” He muttered. “Very well, I’ll take an ale. Actually, make it a double I have time to kill.” With a nod, he turned and grabbed two steins. Filling them before placing them before me. I handed him two gold coins. He grabbed them, stuffing them in his apron before moving on to the next person at the bar. I shifted from the bar and headed to a table at the far end of the tavern. Far away from prying eyes as I watched people come and go. The tavern was dark, the flames of the fire were burning hot, and the lights above dimmed. The wo

Barbie said. "Okay mom bye!! " Swan shouted and dragged Steve who still looked upset about the fact that he couldn't marry Brittany. < ONE WEEK LATER ~ HEMS BAR > Hems bar is a really popular bar that is mostly used by important people. Most companies held their meetings in this bar. The bar had a special room where clients could hold their meetings. Presently inside the room was Barbie and three fat men. The four of them were sitting around the table. "I must say Mrs Barbie is really beautiful " One of the fat men said and Barbie smiled a little.

she replied shortly and followed him into the storm. The tavern, The Singing Huntress, was the largest that they had stayed at on this strange and unusual journey. It was also the nicest. There were no pockmarked floors or mismatched chairs. Everything was carved from deep, rich mahogany that shone brilliantly underneath the many lamps. The man and woman behind the bar were dressed in finery and they looked more like patrons as opposed to workers. They were older and smiled widely at Saffron and Elric as they entered.

Two minutes before the allotted time to meet each other, Cent’s gaze wandered around the lively and crowded tavern. Busty witches with their pointy hats served the goblins and orcs merrily. Trays of pints made of wood and filled with beer oozed inside the tavern. One zombie with flesh still intact with his body, played a lovely traveler’s song using a pipe. Some incubus with their revealing tunics danced around hand in hand with the other young witches as the customers cheered for them – some customers that were too drunk to care joined merry thumping of feet onto the wooden floor and flipping of partners with exciting turns. All in all, it was a lively and harmonious place.

He had torn pants on that covered his manhood that ended just above the upper joint of his wolf-like hind legs but wore no clothing covering his hairy human-like upper body. “He will not speak but will obey when asked for a drink. I’m afraid with such short notice I can only provide honey ale, or a wine made from forest berries grown in my own garden, my personal favourite,” Kiri said with a smile, placing one hand on the bar Skul had created, conjuring a few wooden mugs and short glass wine cups. “Horken will get the giant boar roasting, so we may as well have a drink while we wait for it to cook,” Kiri continued, looking over to a large, hooded figure that was standing close to the fire, a

The tavern’s lights seem to have gotten brighter, and the slightly crooked signage just at the top reassured me somehow – this picturesque scene can be flawed yet perfect at the same time. “I seriously need to stop overthinking, I’ve played this in my head thousands of times already,” I mutter as I pushed the door open – I slightly winced as the overwhelming smell of cigarettes and vodka greeted my nose. I forced myself to trudge towards the very front of the tavern, where my good friend worked as a bartender. “Markie!” I called out to him – however, he was far too busy to even hear me from his spot. Must be tough… There weren’t available seats either, there were people left and right shouti