The Sheybluff Tavern is in the bustling centre of the city. All sorts of crowds frequent the tavern, where good food is readily available and the alcohol flows strong. You’ll find the working citizens taking a break after a long day, but also it isn’t unusual for several of the high-class to book a personal room for a meal. The ambiance is friendly and welcoming, however you should keep an eye on your coin purse, you never know what eyes are watching to a gain from the taverns crowded rooms.
Welcome to the Sheybluff Tavern! You must be freezing, since there’s such storm out there. We’ve already defrosted one young man tonight and I hope no-one else is trapped in the snow. Just take a seat and I’ll bring you some drinks and a warm meal when you are ready. Prices are as follows:
Ale and Cider: 4 copper pieces
Wine: 2 silver pieces
Meal (Lamb Stew): 1 silver piece
Other requests or fancy orders can be arranged, so just let me know.
As you gaze around the quiet room, you see that there are plenty of places to sit.
You approach the fireplace and grab a chair. You move it closer to the warmth of the fire and reach out your arms. Your cold hands begin to warm and you rub them together to help the process. You are sitting next to two men, one of them is gazing into the fire and the other is writing in a book. The younger looks up from his writing with emerald coloured eyes and nods his head to you.
Young man: “Chose to escape the cold and come in here?”
You nod your head and offer a smile.
“It’s cold enough to freeze a person’s limbs clean off.”
Young man: “Don’t I know it! I’m still defrosting from my ice-cube state I arrived in.”
Other man: “He’s lucky to be alive.”
The other man breaks into the conversation and you find him looking at you too.
“Really, did he stay outside too long?”
You ask the other man directly and he gives a wry smile.
Other man: “He decided it would be a good idea to ride all the way from Blairewood in a blizzard.”
Young man: “I didn’t decide anything, I was already half way here and I couldn’t turn back.”
The young man seems surprisingly happy for a man who nearly died but perhaps he’s just happy he survived.
Young man: “I’m Edmund Stalz, by the way.”
Other man: “Tirell Stalz.”
“What are you writing in that book?”
Edmund: “I’m listing all the people I want to kill after this blizzard stops.”
His sarcastic tone and grin tells you that this isn’t the case. Tirell just shakes his head and takes another sip from his mug. Edmund laughs casually and lifts up the book.
Edmund: “I call it the logbook. It’s for when my memory fails and my grandchildren are annoying me.”
Edmund: “Yup, you see when they visit, I want to be able to have endless tales to either bore them or intrigue them depending on how I’m feeling on the day. For example, if I’m feeling grouchy I’ll just look up a story that is long but nothing happens in it.”
Tirell: “Sounds like something my brother would do.”
Edmund: “Actually he was the one to suggest it.”
Tirell: “Of course he did.”
You listen to them banter for a moment longer but then you feel you’ve sufficiently defrosted and you go in search of a meal or room. You nod your head to each of them and you move away.
The old farmer next to you stirs and you watch at he looks towards the windows and shakes his head at the sound of wind and snow battering the walls.
Old Farmer: “My knee is never wrong.”
The old farmer is falls silent and you are not up to conversation after escaping the cold. It’s quiet and peaceful in the tavern and the orange glow of lanterns illuminate the room. You start to feel sleepy though its only early in the evening. You notice several older customers slumped over in their chairs and snoring loudly. A young lady is playing the violin and several men are gathered around the fireplace. Overall it seems that the evening will be passed at a comfortable, relaxed and sleepy pace.
A young lady is playing a beautiful melody with a violin slowly as she sits in one corner. The bow glides across the strings and you can sense the emotions flowing from the artist soul into the notes. Her eyes are closed yet she hits every note with perfect precision. Auburn locks fall loose across her shoulder and down her back. Her whole body sways with the rhythm and her foot taps to the beat.
Barman: “She’s truly beautiful, isn’t she?”
You nod your head as you agree and continue to watch her performance. The barman takes a seat next to you and leans forward slightly. You note the admiration in his eyes and you can’t help but wonder what their relationship is.
“Does she come here often?”
Barman: “Only when it is quiet. She doesn’t like crowds. They bother her too much.”
You watch the young woman play the violin like she is oblivious to everything else. The half empty tavern helped the notes to reflect off the walls and you couldn’t imagine her playing anywhere less peaceful.
Barman: “I also kind of want to keep her a secret all to myself, however a woman with her talent ought not to be kept away from the light. It may take her time but I’m sure that one day she’ll be able to enchant the whole realm with her music.”
“She is already a brilliant musician, I can see her performing even now.”
Barman: “As can I, but her past is something of haunting stories and she insists she must face it alone. You see she was captured when she was still young by a cruel family. Because of what they’ve done to her, she cannot speak. Luckily she finds her voice via her violin, but her scars run deep.”
“Are you sure she would be fine with you telling me this?”
Barman: “She believes that if people know her story they won’t try to pester her tons of questions. She says it’s my duty to inform people so that she doesn’t have to write her explanations over and over again.”
You both fall silent and yet still the young woman continues to play. The barman eventually gets up to leave but you stay longer. You watch her movements and you sense the stories she tells via her music.
You wander over to the bar and ask for a bed for the night.
Barman: “Sure thing. I think it will be an early night for most of us.”
The barman steps around the bar and picks up a pitcher of water along the way. He motions for you to follow as he crosses the room to a set of stair leading to the second floor. You wait for a young lady as she climbs the stairs in front of you and disappears into one of the rooms. The barman opens one of the sturdy oak door leading into a room and allows you to enter.
Barman: “Should this room suit your needs for the night?”
You glance around the room and there is a large bed in the centre of the room and a desk sits in one corner. An empty basin sits on another table and the barman places the pitcher of water next to it. The room is slightly colder than downstairs but you are happy to notice that there are plenty of blankets laid out on the bed.
“This should do just fine.”
Upon hearing your positive answer, the barman nods his head and leaves the room. He closes the door behind him and you listen to his footsteps leave and go downstairs. You poor the water in the pitcher into the basin and wash your face. You use the folded towel provided to dry off the access water and you then prepare for bed.
The Sheybluff Tavern has new adventurers entering ever second day, return to undertake further conversations and enjoy the food and drink. (I.e. Tavern updated every second day with new interactive conversations)
For past ‘days’ of tavern conversations and interactive elements follow this link: Archives – Tavern