The night was misty in the small village town. It had rained not too long before, forcing all the locals to scatter and seek shelter during their day to day activities. Most sought the comforts of their own homes, small houses that lined the single road that made up the entire town. There were a few outdoor shops that had closed up early from the tumultuous weather, their stock ranged from food to sundries, to apparel and accessories. All wares had been taken home, however, or hidden from sight, so long as the rain continued its downpour.<br/><br/>After the storm had passed, and all that remained was a simple fog, night had already covered the skies. No light shown from any of the homes on the darkened street, save for one. All the way at the north end of the road, a small ways away from the rest of the houses, was a tavern. Despite the gloom of the outdoors, inside was as bustling and lively as ever. Many of the villagers found refuge there, enjoying good times, good meals, good music, and good people.<br/><br/>When walking in, the first thing felt was the warm glow. The chandeliers that hung from the ceiling bore lit candles to give the room a soft light. From that alone, one could feel right at home.<br/><br/>From the doorway, looking straight ahead, a bar is the biggest thing seen. To the left of the bar was a door leading to the kitchen. Nobody went in there except for the cook, the barkeep, and the waitresses. Tonight, a single barkeep worked the counter while a few patrons lined the stools in front of it, chatting loudly and drunkenly over each other. To the left side was a small stage placed against the wall. Upon it was a man with a lute, playing traditional upbeat songs that a few patrons danced to just in front of him. Men stomping their feet in time with the beat, women flourishing the skirts of their dresses as they danced around the men, all laughing and singing to the tune of the skilled bard.<br/><br/>To the right of the tavern was a quaintly sized fireplace. A couple of people huddled near the flames upon the bench that sat across from it, speaking hushedly to each other while sipping at their whiskeys. In between them and the bar, against the back wall, was another door, behind which were a set of stairs, leading to the second floor where rooms were placed for the weary traveler to spend the night for a modest fee.<br/><br/>Tables were spread throughout the room. Not so packed that you couldn’t maneuver, as was demonstrated by the maiden who waited on the patrons, but not sparse enough to seem empty. Almost every table was filled with people, all talking, drinking, eating, even some playing games and gambling.<br/><br/>This place was a crossroads. While it had its locals, what made this village interesting were all the strangers who visited. No matter where somebody was going, here always seemed to be just on the way. Due to that fact, despite its outward appearance, it was rarely quiet here. Yet, the tavern was still a place to rest, unwind, let your hair down, whichever was needed in that moment. It was a safe haven to all who walked through its doors. So, to all who visit from the wild unknown, take heed and simply enjoy the time here. These walls have many stories. And who knows, maybe you could meet somebody here who would change your life forever...<br/><br/><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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