((Due to writers block I shall post what I have in the interest of getting shit going.))<br/><br/>The Scarlett Sage Resthouse was tucked away towards the rear of the town. To most it seems like a cheap place to take up residence for awhile but for those in the know it was also a place of Ill-repute. what had started it’s life as a simple six-room inn had become a maze of hidden passages and winding halls that seem to be added on as the place gained real-estate. The rooms for sleeping are simple but functional with a sizable bed. A few are larger and a few (Usually under the stairs.) are much smaller.<br/><br/>The main bar is as simple as the rest. A worn bar made from the remnants of a ships hull runs nearly the length of the great hall. huge, heavy, oaken tables fill the room with benches to sit on. Servers both male and female walk about ready to fulfill any and all needs. Some are there only to serve food while other pace the room and flirt relentlessly, chatting up customers and tossing around thinly veiled promises of carnal pleasure. The patrons tonight are rather sparse. At the bar is currently inhabited by a lone hooded figure. Occasionally a bony hand wraps around the drink before her. Coillena is a regular. She rents space in the basement for her experiments and pays extra for the privacy. Shadows wrap around her like an old lover. Look under the hood and she wears a series of straps around her face which reveal only one eye.<br/><br/>A pair of female trollesses roughhouse in one corner. Both are tall and muscular. One sport yellow dreads while the others is a green mohawk. The green tresses trolless picks up her companion and throws her back-first onto the heavy table.<br/><br/>In the far corner a human sits across from a half-elf. Both male. The dark-haired half-breed wears worn green leathers and a bow slung across his back while a strong young Mastiff sleeps soundly at his feet. It’s fur was the color of storm clouds. The human is a blond with a bit of scruff on his chin. He was broad shouldered and laughed boisterously at whatever the half-breed had just said.<br/><br/>When you enter the inn there is a large purple troll currently serving as the bouncer. His greasy black dreads hang down in his face and a large raptor stays diligently by his side. He was rough looking with his left tusk snapped off half-way down and capped with some leather straps. His whole body was heavily tattooed including his face which was made to look like a grinning skull. Opposite him was a dour looking orc in simple leathers, a contrast to the trolls more intricately decorated gear.<br/><br/>Dungeon in the basement. For those who do not pay their tab. Or those who want to use it for other things. Rakesha has been down here for a few days subsisting off stale bread and meat scraps. She has been sold by her tribe in return for rare supplies. The trolless is constantly angry and tired as she looks at passerby through a curtain of her blue braids.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>