by Firehead » Wed Jun 20, 2018 2:51 am
"Getting anxious huh? Sure we'll make it quick." The two of you tie your horses before entering the tavern. Even though it's still morning, you can still see various men of various races already in their mugs.
Behind the bar is a tall Orc with a scar over one of his eyes. As he turns, you hear wood strike wood when you would expect to hear his footfall. "Gurig, you ol' dog. I'm looking for a room, and we got two horses that need seeing to."
The Orc smirks, "Dougal, you little shit. It'll be three silver a night, and I'll want a weeks worth in advance." After the money is exchanged, the barkeep turns to one of the serving girls. "Hey, we got some horses need tending." As the woman turns, you see the telltale horns showing her to be a demon, likely a succubus if you're any judge.