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Honestly, Toren's head hurt so hard he couldn't remember what continent this inn was even on. He slapped the wooden table in the dimly lit interior and yelled for some food. Eventually, the innkeep brought over some porridge and milk, which Toren started shoveling into his mouth. He looked...

It was late, well past midnight. But even here in this sleepy little village, an outlier of Vel Anir set just north of the Falwood, there were still those who stirred at such a late hour. There always were. And while Tinúviel was indeed one of them, it was in his nature to be such a way. For...

It's early. Soft eastern light coming in through the window early. The bed in this Allirian Inn is warm and comfortable. Then. "Hi." There's a young human woman sitting on the edge of the bed. She's looking. Grinning. Holding a pan with something on it in her hand. The room door behind her is...

Elra took a step back and wiped the sweat from her brow. A satisfied smile crossing her face as she admired her work. Perfect, or at least, at close as one could come. She looked up at her patient. “Rest here for now, and don’t touch that bandage. I’ll be back to check on you later.” She offered...

This particular afternoon in Alliria was bustling. People crowded in the tavern of the Elven Arrow sloshing drinks back and forth, the floors sticky with booze and ale. Laughter rang through the hall, certainly disrupting the current residents upstairs. Rysa was happy she decided to hire a bard...

There's no escaping them. It's where 95% of all characters meet up before shenanigans ensue. That's right. The humble setting of an inn or tavern. They're prolific! I thought it'd be fun if we compiled some of the names and locations of these scattered taverns and inns across Arethil. I think...

The loud clanking of mugs and glasses carried through the windows just as easily as the smell did. Someone shouted and the other patrons joined in a discordant chant that culminated in the strumming of a lyre and cheers. Inns like this always had a quality to them that those in the larger cities...

It was far, far from the blightlands proper, where Drawa split the land into three. And yet, the land was flat and barren just as much...But it was not quite dead as on first look. Bushes, rare flowers and shrubs. Only bushes rare flowers and shrubs, an expansive heath in bloom as far as one...

Kasim sat quietly in a tiny tavern within a tiny village in the middle of absolutely nowhere. His expression was a dead one, pale yellow eyes staring into the cup of ale that had been placed in front of him by an overly attentive innkeeper. He hated places like this. There was something so...