Tales of The Broken Order: Tavern Beginnings

The Dark Horse tavern was a mainstay in the city of The Junction. Being near the eastern gate of the city this was where a good portion of travelers ended up. The crowned princess of Norean Kingdom walked in through the door to the tavern with her hood up and her bow, unstrung, across her shoulder. Her brown cloak cascaded over her white leather armor as she looks around for the dwarf that she was supposed to meet.

Sitting at a table was an armor clad half elf male with a sailor looking wood elf female. They were drinking heavily and were making more noise than almost anyone else at the bar. Althaea rolled her eyes and went to sit at the bar. She looked at the dwarven bartender, “Let me get an ale.” she slid a silver piece across the bar.

“So you’re meeting Duren too?” Elric said as he drank the rest of his ale.

“Yeah, I knew him from back in my days on the Drinking Siren. He bought passage when the ship was still on the seas.” She looked at the bottom of her empty wine goblet.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” A city guard said as he is holding the wrist of a roguish looking Krisage.

“Well, you know, I’m just getting the lay of the land,” she said sheepishly.

“Well, you’re gonna get the lay of the inside of a cell!” The guard began to drag her out. Before Krisage could reach for her dagger, Althaea was standing in front of the door.

“You will be doing no such thing? Release her at once.” Althaea displayed her signet ring to the man holding her sister. Before he could laugh in her face a higher standing officer intervened.

“I’m sorry for the trouble m’lady.” The city guard released Krisage as she glared at him.

“You know, I had that all under control,” The eye patched elf brushed off her black leather.

“Like hells you did. I haven’t seen you in over 50 years, what are you doing here? What happened to your eye?” Althaea went into big sister mode.

“I’m fine. I heard you were coming this way so I came by to see you.” Krisage sounded uncomfortable with such emotions.

“You lot already causing problems?” A hearty red headed and bearded dwarf entered the bar.

“Duren! You finally made it, you bastard!” Tsunade slammed her goblet on the table.

With everyone sitting at one table and the drinks flowing, Duren got down to business. “It seems like we have one more in this party than anticipated but, Krisage, since I know your sister, this is not an issue. I need help transporting supplies to Highdawn. I am close to finding an ancient keep in the mountains where wizards of old did their work. The caravan will arrive here this morning so don’t get too drunk or stay up too late, you hear me. I’m paying you well, so no slacking.”