Phaendar’s Market Festival draws a crowd from all over Nirmathas, many solely to hear Aubrin the Green—the retired Chernasardo Ranger-turned-Caydenite cleric—recount bawdy tales of adventure from her youth. Outside, the celebration continues, as raucous shouts carry on the night air. Warmed by the crackling hearth and firelight after a long day, any levity comes as a welcome reward to the rough, earthy souls of this riverside trade town. As you sit among the tavern, drinking, eating, or perhaps filching to your hearts content you notice a half-elven woman being pushed onto a makeshift stage near the bar. She carries an overflowing mug and swats away hands.
Alright! Alright! But my drinks are free tonight! She shouts before turning about to face the larger section of the building. She goes on to recount her tales, whether all the stories she tells are truly from her travels, or even true, you are not sure, yet they manage to bring an even more jovial mood the tavern. Many long time residents have heard most if not all of these stories before, but, seem to enjoy them nonetheless.
feel free to make introductions and RP any you like. I will be around until Friday afternoon, after which I likely won't be able to update until Sunday night.