You walk into a tavern that bears the name of "The silver lance". The tavern itself looks rather inviting. You notice at this time of night the crowd is a little smaller than you would have thought. As you look around a little more closely you see a table off to your right with three halflings chattering among themselves. Off to your left you notice a grumpy looking dwarf finish off his ale. You also notice a few humans scattered about the room. They all look like they just got back from a long and tiring battle. There cloaks are filled with blood. There armor dented up and sweat still glistening off there foreheads. As you are peering at one trying to notice the symbol he has on one of his vambraces you hear a cheery voice call to you. Well met! My name is Damaris, I am the owner of this establishment. After giving him a quick glance over you nod to him. Damaris looks you up and down and says ye look like a adventurer. I use to be one my self a few years back as he smiles reminiscing of the times when he was going on quests. After a few moments he comes back to reality and says is there anything I can get for ye. You clear your throat and say ale. He calls for a bar wench and gives her your order. She runs back to the kitchen to fetch you're drink. He says please have seat. He gestures to a table near the fire place and you pull out a chair. Damaris says I would really like to sit and talk with ye about your journey's but unfortunately I have to many duties I have to attend to. But please feel free to look around and if ye need anything just yell and one of my staff will be glad to assist ye. He waves to you as he turns and walks toward the kitchen. As he is entering the woman who ran to get your drink comes hurrying out of the kitchen with your ale and says here ye are kind sir as she places your ale on the table in front of you.

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