When the boarding team enters the tavern, in their ones or twos, they find a fairly opulent establishment. An upscale tavern, with a second floor filled with tables and chairs of mahogany and cherry wood. Dark walls and equally dark flooring, with a band towards the back of the tavern to the right of the rather long bar that was free-standing in so that people could come up at any angle, as table sets covered the floor all around the tavern.<br/><br/>Along the walls were private rooms, and inside one within sight of the door sat their captain and their quartermaster. The tall lizardman, his red scales gleaming, sat with a toothy smirk in a rich leather sleeveless jacket, a wide-sleeved shirt of some soft white fabric, with dark trousers and equally dark boots on his feet. He held a glass goblet in his clawed hand, swirling the rich wine inside it absently.<br/><br/>Next to him, in what could only be described as a booster seat, was their halfling quartermaster, wearing her usual outfit of a white shirt and vest, leather belt covered in pockets, her wild hair tied back behind her head. Her backpack sat on the floor. In front of her on the table was a heaping plate of... sausages. Some with veggies or cheese inside them, but a mountain of sausages nonetheless.<br/><br/>And she was digging in like she'd never eaten before, a rather disturbing sight.<br/><br/>Only made worse when the entire menu was discovered to be entirely sausage-based.<br/><br/>Captain Z waved the team into the room with a toothy grin. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Come in, come in. Take a seat. We had a lot to discuss. A tavern girl will be along in a few to get your orders if you are hungry, or thirsty. Good wine, decent ale. Their tea is also delicious.</span>" He said, his voice akin to leather sliding along gravel, deep and husky with a slight accent to it. He tried to talk somewhat loud in hopes of drowning out the hungry noises coming from next to him.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">The food is great too! <i>I love sausages!</i></span>" murmured Ariora, her cheeks full of meat and glistening with grease and juices. Z was, obviously, trying hard not to look at her too much. Getting drunk sounded like a solid idea so far...<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="8632" data-username="EldridSmith" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8632/">EldridSmith</a><a class="username" data-user-id="9206" data-username="dae mec" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9206/">dae mec</a><a class="username" data-user-id="9242" data-username="Simply Existing" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9242/">Simply Existing</a><a class="username" data-user-id="9202" data-username="Seraph Darkfire" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9202/">Seraph Darkfire</a>