darbashi
Novice
Perfect society is always elsewhere
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Post by darbashi on Sept 22, 2010 11:27:43 GMT 1
It was a drab, dreary and cold night, the air amidst Bravil was damp, and as always had a certain lingering pestilence, like a mix of rotting and swamp inside a boiling pot. Despite this the town was very much alive, even as the citizens of the city went along to their own houses, some had no choice but stay at this particularly inn called "Silverhome On The Water" that was dutifully, if reluctantly run by Gilgondorin.
But still, even though the rooms where filthy, the food questionable and the Ale diluted heavily with water everyone who came here didn't complain, any who did where quickly shown the door and told to look elsewhere if they didn't like it.
But on this particular evening, there was a muted humming passing the lips of the townsfolk, as the rumors state that recently there had been an attempt on Count Regulus Terentius' life which kept the people well on their toes. No official reports have been slipped yet, and while some believe this to be just rumors, other feel a more eerie objective; That of the Dark Brotherhood.
Despite this, all who come here try to keep a cheery disposition as they eat and drink, laugh and sing along with some Bards currently present. All is at peace... but for how long?
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