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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!

then we shall!! Build ourselves up an try again.

"In time it will happen. We must do other adventures to gain experience and powers. I will be told by the goddess of the star when the time is right to go back and venture in the gargoyle caves," Boromir replies.

*nods. Sits back at the bar drinking her glass of blood. She sighs an looks around*

I struck that demon many times with all that i had, and it still didnt take him out. But i will have a new trick for him the next time we meet. Draven handles the new axe, wondering what power it has inside it.

*looks to Draven an his new axe*

wow.... what have you learned about it?

It seems to be of strong and magic construction. I am waiting to find someone who can look at it for me and tell me more of it.

Will you get rid of your old axe?

Never. that is my fathers axe. it will always stay with me. And perhaps i could use both at the same time.

"Maybe Old Flint may know of its odd powers. I am glad we picked that up," Boromir replies.

Old Flint is truly a master weapon and armorsmith before owning that huge warehouse near the dock. He might know of its origins if you go over there," Boromir suggest as he now gets up to get a mug of brew for himself.

While im at it,, i need to find someone who can craft me strong armour.

"Ask Old Flint. He is truly the best in town. Criani Peracien goes to his warehouse often to stock up for the tavern. Tell him that you are from the Green Dragon and he will probably get you a good deal," Boromir replies drinking his first mug of brew.

I dont want another demon thinking he can kick off on me again. I want them to realize that i am hell in battle.

*starts to hum softly to herself*

"To tell you the truth that demon lord we might have to visit at a later date when we have picked up on experience. He is plainly to powerful. I don't think my staff can hold him that long again," Boromir replies.

"Your time will come Draven and you will help restore the lands for those who wish to live in peace," Boromir replies in a voice not his own almost.

It seems his ways as a seer has changed his way of thinking. It is his inner voice guided by the goddess of the northern star talking.

Is there anything to do around here?

I have heard of a quest that should be right up both of our alleys.

<a buble of light enters the inn>

Good morning, gentle beings!

Samwise, do you have some raw meat? Something...chewy? And a large chunk of it?

Minotaur, I have need of your assistance--would you bring the meat from Samwise up to the roof? The griffin is hurt and while the clerics are trying to heal it, it is not cooperating.

I have talked to it, and it is so hungry...it could use the food to help with the healing...

<flits from person to person as she talks, watching to see if they will help>

Draven walks to the bar and takes the meat,, and walks out to the door,, and tosses the meat onto the roof of the inn.

Thank you!
<the bubble of light flies out the window, following the meat up to the griffin>

A loud squawk can be heard and then eating sounds...and just barely, almost more like a dream of music than real, comes the sound of a pixie flute, lulling the griffin so that the clerics can do their healing work.