Mythic Scribes Tavern

*tries to sit coolly in a dark corner, Strider-fashion, but im struggling to persuade my wings to fit, as I am a dragon*

 

I eye the tavern curiously... when did this get here? It's a place out of the cold at least. I step inside, pushing my hood back and shaking out my hair as I look around. It's pretty empty in here. I offer the dragon in the corner a smile. Nice wings.

 

*spreads out dice and character sheets on the table before me*

 

Cool, a tavern...where's the dwarf tossing?

 

No dwarf tossing? Least I brought my dice.

 

But YOUR dice has 3 Sixes, 2 Fives and 1 One.
okay... I'm in!
What's the game. I've never played before but it looks like fun!

 

*Le Gasp* How could that have happened?

Not supposed to have a one...

 

Continues to fail spot checks to find the bar. Ends up in the lounge watching ball games he has a hard time comprehending but handing money over for anyways.

 

The gnarled tree enters the tavern, greeting the staves cordially as it passes. It eyes the group drinking and casting dice at one table; it mutters about rule breakers to itself. Planting itself at the bar, it orders a root beer, and decides it’s not leaving until autumn.

 

Hope it doesn't trip.

 

The sword propped up by the doorway finally realizes that her previous weilder has abandoned her and gives a melodramatic sigh. Probably going to become rusty and crumble into dust after a day or two, she lamented.