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Welcome fellow traveler to the busiest town in the Bavidirian Lands. Where folklore- fantasy and more than a few dragon stories thrive in the historic waterfront town of Gandornia - a charming neighborhood full of ancient shops- exquisite markets- and gullible taverns. And in the middle of it all is the Green Dragon’s Inn- a quaint- two story inn that boasts stately rooms- an intimate pub- and new innovative food experiences.

The Green Dragon’s Inn is better than ever- thanks to recent renovations financed personally by Lord Elkinsinan. Enjoy fine dwarven craftsmanship furnishings- crackling fireplaces- new hardwood floors and foreign exotic rugs- plush beds- pedestal tubs and all the glorious details that make the Green Dragon’s Inn such a cozy and inviting place to stay. So come join us and enjoy a pint of Hobgoblin's Brew or a taste of our famous sweet and smooth grapan from the hills of the hobbits.

Let me bring a bard and give a riddle or a story that could enhance your interest in becoming the next famous adventurer!

Sounds like fun

A tall blonde man polishing his last mug goes into the kitchen to start roasting his wild boar his master brought yesterday night. The day is early as merchants begin to walk the streets as of shopowners slowly opening their stores.

The sounds of griffins are heard above, yet many know that they have always lurked near the Dwanen Mountains and are not known to attack the inhabitants of the town.

The door the tavern is open allowing fresh air to take out the stench of the full tavern last night. Many half orc off duty guardsmen had visited the establishment with their foul breathe and strong body odors causing many of the regular customers to leave earlier that day.

Dust poofs up with every step, breathing hard and nose to the air the Minotaur warrior Draven smells the inn from a mile away. Damned orcs were here. Touching the handle of his Great axe he remebers the last time he tangled with the orcs. "Damned creatures all need to die". Walking along he contemplates if he should go back to the inn.

Boromir leaves the kitchen satisfied that the roasted wild boar will be ready around lunch time. He begins to organize chairs and clean up the tavern from the unruly half orcs had left it messy.

The fair pixie of the Southern Wood strolls in, lured by the aroma of a fine cooked meal. She has traveled far in the last week and is in need of a hot meal and a soft bed to rest in. She steps forward; bereft of the light shining at the doorway, she cannot see how unkempt the place is.

Spitting the dust in his mouth out is comming to no avail. Draven turns to go to the inn and have a drink to knock the dust out of his mouth.

Salutations fair one. It is not often we get such a special audience in the Green Dragon's Tavern.

Boromir then offers a glass of wine made from the high elves of Silvernarion.

Ah it has been long old friend. I assume you have been adventuring finding riches to your personal interests

Boromir then pours the largest mug the tavern has of its finest dwarven meade. He knows that minotaurs love a brut and strong taste to their ales.

Lily bows her head slightly and color flies to her cheeks as she accepts the offered wine. She quietly says, "Thank you, sir. Might I inquire when the tantalizing aroma emanating from your kitchens will be ready to serve?"

The Minotaur takes the drink,, throws the keep a gold piece,, and sniffs the air. Smells like swine cooking

"Oh it won't be long before I offer you some of the finest wild boar roast covered in gravy. It will be served with some red cabbage and some potatoes from our very own small garden at the back of this tavern," Boromir replies humbly.

"I have one more query, sir, if you please. I have endured many a long night with nothing more than leaves from the trees as my shelter. What accommodations are available here in your fine village, sir? I am in great need of a peaceful rest."

I have notion that the orcs that were here last night will return barkeep. What protection do you have against these vile creatures?

The pixie's gaze rests momentarily upon the minotaur. She turns to Bormir, brow furrowed and concern in her eyes.

Orcs should be no concern of yours little one,,, they fear my axe and my wrath.

A slightly confused man walks into the tavern. He then sits at the far corner of the tavern where it is dark. He then yawns and falls asleep weary of his travels.

You are perfectly safe here at the Green Dragon's Tavern. Draven is a regular here and he hasn't let anyone destroy this fine establishment. As of accomodations you couldn't find a better place in all of the lands. Enjoy your stay me lady.

He then looks at the newcomers and only smiles. Poor lad. He must of had a rough day. I should let him stay asleep.

Draven Sniffs at the newcomer,,, something smells strange about him.

I fear only you humble warrior although the owner Criani Peracien may return from her delivery tonight. She has travelled far to get some of the finest drinks to this establishment.