You push open the door barely attached to the hinges, an unusual silence greets you...how uncommon for a Inn/Tavern. You look around and see this is the place you go when you need a dark corner or to plan the next adventure. You find a corner that's just on the boarder on the stone hearth. Ahh, the warmth from the fire place...you start to relax just as a female wood elf comes over. She has the long ears of the elven race, long brown hair, and markings on her face. Battle markings you realize. You ask about the Inn and find out she's owns it, her name is Klenex. "A safe place for all" she replies "sanctuary for those that live in the shadows." You ask for a pint and whatever smells so good. "That'll be the adventurer stew you want bread too?" You nod. As she leaves, you take in the place. From treasures and trinkets, to a beer sticky floor. The fireplace and a few torches bring an earie glow to the room. Klenex returns with your pint, stew and bread. You ask about any open rooms. "Aye we got some open rooms. Only pallet's though, and it'll cost you 2 gold. May seem pricey, but there's protective magic here so that you'll not be found. What say you?" You reach into your coin purse and pull out 3 gold, 1 for the meal and mead the other 2 for your room. You cannot afford to be found, not on the journey you are on....as the Wood Elf Klenex starts to walk away, she turns back around and says "Welcome to the Nightblade Inn."
Your path leads you here
On this night your path takes you to a small village. There is not much in the village, a few run down cottages, a well that has seen better days, a half standing stable and an Inn. You'd like to keep riding, but you know your steed needs rest and so do you. You hand your reins over to a dirty stable boy, open your coin purse and toss the lad the silver bit you pulled out, telling him "one more on the morrow if my horse is well fed and brushed." You wade your way through the muddy village towards the Inn. Looking up, you see the name "The Nightblade Inn." The outside doesn't look like much, but the smells drifting out makes you think of home. Your stomach begins to talk to you and start to salivate.
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