Novel & Cerita Cobblestone 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-”

Dylan cracked a smile. "Are you alright?" Dylan nodded. "And this sword?" Theodore looked at the sword Dylan held in his hand. Dylan ran a hand over the head, "You came in a good time" Dylan dropped the subject, "give two hundred gold coins to the owner of the Tavern." Everyone looked at Dylan. Is she a noblewoman? Archie wondered. "Miss…" Theodore stared at Dylan intently. Dylan approached Theodore and whispered in his ear, "This tavern often suffers from looters because it's in the middle of Greavaria and Promor," he got away and broke into a smile.

I decided to make a more low-key entrance, materializing a few blocks away from the Witches' pub, TwentyOne, before taking a leisurely stroll to the destination. The Witches, as I'd learned the hard way, weren't exactly fond of unannounced arrivals. TwentyOne, nestled in the vibrant heart of New Orleans, was a pub with a rich history and a name that, ironically, had nothing to do with the vices of gambling. The Witches of TwentyOne were part of a Coven that mirrored the ones I oversaw, albeit with their own distinct brand of magic.

I would’ve liked to have surprised her with the pub crawl at the end, but I figured this way she knew I wasn’t just taking her on a long, snowy walk for our date. “We have a tour guide who will be dressed in an eighteenth century costume. They’ll take us to a couple of sites before we visit four pubs on Blackstone Block. According to the website, that was where the Revolution was brewed and where the players got their courage and inspiration.” Marissa laughed, a sound that was like music to my ears. “Figures no one would’ve been able to lead a revolution sober.” I shrugged, giving her a sidelong grin as I met her eyes in the rearview mirror of my car. “It’s important to take a break sometime

Two weeks later, Raven sat in a corner booth at the Black Fang, a dive bar in the heart of Diamondback territory. The establishment reeked of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and the kind of desperation that clung to places where people came to forget their problems rather than solve them. Neon beer signs cast sickly light across scarred wooden tables and a clientele that looked like they'd crawl over broken glass for their next fix.

She could only trust him so much. Candi headed toward a little spot she'd discovered prowling around her brother's new place of employment. Stoke's Bar & Grill was an odd sort of place. The T-shaped building had limited indoor seating. Most people either took advantage of the sun and surf vibes to sit outside, or they made use of the old school car hop option. During the day it was mostly beach goers. At night, motorcyclists and car enthusiasts took over. Every now and then, there were girls on roller skates that served drinks and food.

"Oh, excuse me sir I thought... nevermind. it's 3 copper per day, 5 copper if you want food too" "We need to stay two days so 12 copper is it?" Says the barmaid, bowing lightly towards Bob as soon as she receives the payment. It's not usual for clients to pay upfront and this made her very happy. Ever since she bought the tavern she's been regretting it.

There were just so many things happening all at once. After a brief stroll, Bryan and Aiden spotted a cozy tavern with a wooden sign that read The Hidden. Quite an unusual name for a tavern, but they went in anyway. The place was illuminated with torchlight at the entrance, and they were welcomed with its warm interior. "This is a perfect place to settle for the night," Aiden said to Bryan as he took in the place and approached the stout barkeeper. He then placed a handful of shimmering coins on the counter. "Two rooms for the night, if you please," he said, his voice confident and steady.

A boy took notice and offered to hold his reins. For one of his coins, the boy led the horse away for a bucket of oats and a trough of water. Ubertus entered the warm crowded tavern and his senses were assaulted by a din of drunken voices and the smells of stale ale, sweating bodies, and piss. He stood before the blazing peat fire, revived his cramped hands and called out in his thick Italian accent fora jug of wine. Since it was a market town, the men of Tisbury were well-used to strangers,

There were all kinds of animals I had never seen before. Our cart was being pulled by what looked like a unicorn, but I wasn’t sure. There were giant wildcats with horns, flying creatures that looked almost human. There were big, beautiful flowers blooming, even in the snow. “Urus is the closest town to the ancient capital and castle. I will take you there. In town, you can find someone that will take you to the ancient castle, but it won’t be free. Not everyone here is as kind as I am. If you find yourself back at the old castle, and you’re in need of work, I can always use a pretty little thing like you.” She cackled, and elbowed my in the ribs.