Cobblestone Tavern Novels & Stories

Grandma took me around to introduce me and make acquaintance while Cassidy typed in her tab, making a list of my newly made acquaintances. My lips hurt from forcing smiles, my knees hurt from the heels, my back hurt from being too straight and my shoulders hurt from being too high. I was getting ready to call it a night when Grandma dragged me to another man in a gray suit. His black shoe was polished so clean I could see my reflection in them. "Ivory, this is Monsieur Florent Dubois. He owns and runs Finesse Restaurant," Grandma introduced. He smiled graciously and raised my knuckles to his lips, "Miss Ivory Stone, a pleasure to meet you."

Rivyn turn Coryfe in that direction. The stable of the tavern barely qualified as such. Three sided, with the back wall holding straw and drinking water, Coryfe was the only occupant. We saw to his needs before approaching the silvered wooden building and climbing the stairs. We could hear music and voices, and the occasional rise and fall of laughter. “Sounds merry,” Rivyn arched his brows as he pushed open the door.

Seduce if you must. He headed down the spiral stairs and out into Thornvale’s midnight maze. Moonlight slid across the stone streets, and market stalls sat quiet under their canvas covers. At the end of an alley, a lone tavern lantern still burned - the Pike, the kind of spot where secrets got traded for coins. Inside, smoke curled like lazy serpents. Owen’s presence drew a few startled glances; his tailored coat and clean scent didn’t belong here. He offered the barkeep a single silver crest.

Entertainment, foods, weapons and equipment and then the miscellaneous items and residence. If own could really discerned everything in this small underground town, they would really questioned it legitimacy of it being build by a mere gang, as it was too well thought out and were just too meticulously built. Naturally such beautiful details can only be seen, If one were to take a careful look from the top side, if not, no one would noticed it at all. At this moment, the Underground Black Market were still rowdy and active, many buyers and sellers were eager to do business, many common people can be seen here as well, conduct in buying and selling, the good thing about the Underground Black

“It’s just a tavern. No different from the ones you have back home.” I doubted that, but I stepped inside anyway. Inside the tavern, the air was thick with the scent of smoke, alcohol, and sweat. Someone was playing a fiddle on a small stage in the corner. The bartender, a muscular woman with caramel skin, was laughing at something someone else was saying as she cleaned the inside of a large mug. All around, drunken patrons laughed, played cards, and swayed to the music. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that different. While Eric and Ember got us drinks from the bar, Neil, Castor and I found a table in a dark corner. With our cloaks covering our faces and our heads bent, we looked just like the other s

Before Zuberi took the territory, this old tavern belonged to one of the ancient founding lines of the valley. I walked through the heavy timber entrance as Corwin held the leather-bound door for me. A dark, rhythmic drumming pattern was pounding from the back corner where a pack band was preparing to howl for the night. I scanned the dim, smoky room and scoffed under my breath. Zuberi really needed to wash the dried blood and grease off these walls. I stood in the center of the floor, searching the crowded tables for Zuberi’s bright scent, when a sharp hand slapped against my shoulder.

she replied. Meanwhile, in the room across the hall, a blonde guy sat on a couch with his legs crossed as he watched the crowd lazily. Finding the crowd bothersome and boring for him, he did a gesture of shaking his head while clicking his tongue. He had another thing in mind which is way interesting than anything else for his world: food.

The place was dimly lit and filled with smoke, the scent of alcohol lingering in the air. Gasher, Zen, and Furo made their way into a tavern, it was filled with people from all over the town. The air was thick with the scent of ale, smoke and roasting meat. Gasher and Zen found a table in the corner, where they could observe the rest of the room without drawing too much attention to themselves, while Furo went to the bar to order a drink. The tavern was filled with locals, all of them talking and laughing as they enjoyed their drinks. The three men found a table in the corner and sat down, trying to blend in with the locals.

The Red Dragon Pavilion stood nestled between two larger buildings, its ornate exterior a stark contrast to the modern structures that flanked it. Red lanterns hung from the eaves, swaying gently in the evening breeze, casting dancing shadows across the gold-trimmed entrance. Steve's eyes narrowed as he studied the establishment. That was the name of the restaurant Sleazy had led them to—a place that, at first glance, appeared to be nothing more than a quaint dining spot. However, Steve's instincts, honed through years of navigating the supernatural underworld, told him differently.

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