Terrigan's smells like it's still getting over a mold problem and the hired fiddler is too deep and depressed in the mug to play more than one note at a time. A low grumble was present at all times, with a large portion of the patron's eyes covered by hats and hoods. Dressed in bright, royal purple robes that shimmered with some illusion enchantment, The Drama Queen's heels clicking on the dull wooden planks draws the attention of many. Silver bangles jingled around her wrists as she swept back her hair while approaching the bar. She leans on an empty seat in front of the bar, looking directly at the barkeep drying a mug. The bar goes quiet until The Drama Queen looks around at the cast of no-gooders around, the noise level picking up again as the gruff barkeep approaches her. "What can I get for you?" He didn't seem to be particularly aggressive, only unedited and without pretense.
"Ah, how about your finest wine. And some trouble." There are some chuckles from the beards at the bar as the man shakes his head and grabs a nearby half-empty wine bottle. "It's all I got. And if you're looking for some local business, talk to Tragg Liftsilver" he nods his head towards a drunken dwarf laughing at the fiddler, "or Xaod the Slayer." He jabs his finger in the direction of a drinking armored man, looking confused at his axe.
"Two particularly loathsome characters, I'm sure. Thanks barkeep!" The Drama Queen decides to approach:
Tragg Liftsilver
Xaod the Slayer
Other events:
A murder has taken place at the mill.
Someone is sneaking about the old moathouse.
Spies keep an eye on the town.
