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The Taproom of the Hart and Rose
The atmosphere is thick and close, pregnant with the musk of spilt
ale, wood smoke and cooked food, heavy with the noise of boisterous
conversation, song and laughter. Sawdust is spread liberally over the
worn slate flagstones of the floor, upon which heavy wooden tables and
benching press together, crowded with patrons that compete for the
attentions of the serving wenches that move between them juggling
platters of steaming food and flagons of ale. A fire crackles in the
hearth set beneath a wide stone chimney brest in the north wall. An open
wooden staircase in the south climbs up to the rooms above.
Obvious exits: e(closed) w u ne(closed)
A sign by the door reads "Keep yer Horses OUT!".
A cork notice board hangs on the east wall.
A hand-pump is here to dispense water.
A calm male half-elf is resting here.
A air elemental silently awaits a command.
Faolan is here.
A thuggish-looking giant glowers here, watching the customers for trouble.
A brutish-looking man stands impassively at the door watching the crowd.
A serving wench moves deftly through the taproom serving drinks.
A bard is here, entertaining the crowd.
An off-duty Peacekeeper is here, relaxing with his friends.
A freeman of Exile is here, quietly supping his ale.
A small boy works here collecting glasses and clearing the tables.