<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Tavern1_zpsmubrkvvy.jpg)</div><strong>The Four Roses<br/>Morning</strong><br/><br/>Home of The Valkyries and some of the stiffest drinks in the Water District, The Four Roses was three stories plus a basement full of merriment and mercenaries. Sun streamed in through the windows while the electric lamps hummed quietly, flickering to life downstairs as Brom turned them on. The first floor was the tavern itself, currently empty save for the barkeeper who was getting things ready to open up. Empty bottles from last nights festivities still lay scattered about the room and the tired-eyed Orc began collecting them as she cleaned up. The upper two floors belonged to the Vals, the mercenary company that made it's home in the tavern.<br/><br/>The stairs leading up to the second floor exited into a common area shared by all the ladies that called the place home. Furnished with numerous couches, chairs, and tables, it was a social space for relaxing and chatting. Aside from the bathroom the crew all shared, the rest of the floor was taken up by bedrooms, one for each member and a spare that had yet to be filled. Each room was decorated to the tastes of it's owner, personalized to feel more like home. Things were still relatively quiet this morning, with the women just getting up and, most likely, getting over hangovers.The third floor was where business was done. Noelle's office was up here. The team's manager lived in a different district and simply traveled back and forth. The third floor also held a small storage space, an armory, and a library.<br/>