Cobblestone Tavern Novels & Stories

Tuck said, his gaze bouncing between myself and Atlas. Since I wasn’t familiar with the areas around here yet, I let Atlas give that confirmation. “Seems the Jacob we want to check out is holed up at a warehouse just a few blocks from the bar out there.” Tuck smirked. “I know where that is.” I didn’t care enough to know what had him smiling, but it seemed as if he was going to tell us anyway. “There’s a mermaid server there who nearly cut my head off last time I went for a drink,” Tuck said. “Fun place.”

They then burst into laughter, heard my explanation. "Thank you," I avoided. “Next time.” "Reverence," Big K teased. If it just once to paid my reverence, okay then. I grabbed the glass, then immediately drank it down. To increase the sensation in my throat, I grabbed the cigarette pack. I took one stick, lit it, sucked it in, and blew it slowly. After that, Santos borrowed my guitar and then started working on it. Then, Big K continued his critics about the Saltyville eviction plan by the government. Saltyville was where the Saltyroth-Dolly bordello complex lies. Santos and Cole nodded in agreement, while I did not know anything.

"I'll authorize it. But this project becomes your cross. If it crashes, no one will cover for you." "Understood. Thank you, Grandpa. It won't crash. I guarantee that." The line went dead. I looked at Ava. "What did Aetherstone say about the dinner?" She checked her screen. "They accepted. Friday night, Gramercy Tavern. They'll be bringing their financial controller and legal rep." "Good," I said, letting a small, satisfied smile creep onto my lips. "You see? We don’t need Elora." Ava smirked.

I never liked to be too predictable, either. Finally, I stopped in at the most expensive public baths. I treated myself to a luxurious soak and a rubdown. Clean, relaxed, and dressed in new clothes, I made my way to the Bell and Candle. It's a dark, dingy tavern - the kind of place where you'd expect to see thieves and members of the criminal underworld congregating in the corners, whispering and plotting. In fact, the clientele are mostly apprentices and journeymen craftsmen. They like the Bell and Candle because the beer is good, and cheap. Unfortunately, it's located a little too close to the tannery; when the wind shifts in the wrong direction, you get a reminder.

This tavern was located close to the entrance to the scorching skull desert and the only checkpoint where travelers could get a good drink and meal before they ventured on thier adventure. Aside from the other horse that stayed in the stable, nine stood out from the rest. Nine good strong horses of the elites that had only arrived minutes earlier. She slammed her jug back on the counter and let out a loud gruff. She exhaled loudly as she threw back her crimson red hair and stared at the huge taverner before her. "You call this ale? It tastes like cows piss." She spat out. The taverner wiped a stain off his moustache and said. "I'll go get you another Miss...?"

I spotted an open table in the corner, so I tapped Tyler on the shoulder to let him know where I was going, then scurried over to snag it before anyone else could. As I sat, I continued looking quietly at the other patrons, just observing. The tavern in Crescent Hollow was usually one of the livelier places in the pack, but never like this. The walls were positively bursting with people, so much so that I could barely even hear the fiddle player in the corner.

He leaned back with arms crossed while looking way too relaxed like everything was perfect. “But I need to ask—who do the knights have to fight to get your attention?” Dale gave him a stern look, obviously not enjoying the joking around. “Or maybe we just want a peaceful drink without being noticed?” I gave Dale a quick look to warn her, but I stayed friendly. “We’re fine with some attention. Don’t you think this place needs some fun?” “Excitement? Here?” Gabby laughed with a playful glint in his eyes. “This tavern is just packed with stories, rumors and booze. That's the real charm of this place—nothing else.”

"Phew, that was close." "Too close," Clifford added. "Voight is up to something. Let's buy the map and get out of here." They pulled me to the counter, where they spoke with the bartender. I took that opportunity to look around. The tavern was almost dark, except for a few torches that offered light and the whole place stunk of alcohol mixed with sweat. Sake bottles, goblets and huge beer mugs sat on every table. The men all drank heartily, some engaging in conversations or throwing darts. Whilst others, received lap dances from scantily dressed women.

As if he was looking for something else. "Safe!" he thought. Grilled Meat Tavern - Gorgon was known as one of the worst taverns in the Black Market Trading Area, especially on the ground floor or ground level of the Fortress. Not only were the dishes notoriously bad due to their strange and unfamiliar seasonings, but the waiters were notorious for behaving like thugs. They look more like bouncers than friendly and polite waiters. Although there were rarely any visitors, in fact you could count on your fingers the number of visitors in a whole day, no more than ten.

I growled softly, my voice a rough rumble that easily cut through the high-pitched shriek of the grinding machinery across the street. He swallowed hard, slowly pulling his calloused hand away from his wrench as he stepped aside, leaving the heavy timber door completely unguarded. Inside, the tavern was a chaotic maze of stained timber benches, thick tobacco smoke, and the deep-throated laughter of Southern Drift mercenaries celebrating their upcoming deployment. High-output electronic slot terminals lined the far wall, their cheap blue display screens throwing a flickering light across the pale faces of the local information brokers. Aria cut a direct path toward the back booth where an old