<strong>Late August, 30 Years After the Fall of the Empire, Silver Horn Tavern, Riverbend</strong><br/><br/>The wind howls over the plains and lightning flashes across the midnight sky. It rained softly all day and picked up when the sun went down, turning into a full downpour. The clouds and the night and the sharp wind make it uncharacteristically cold for this time of the year, and it would be a miserable night to be stuck outside.<br/><br/>Fortunately for our group of heroes, they are not. A combination of muddy roads, the knowledge of a warm bed anytime they wished at their friend's tavern, and a seemingly endless supply of ale and delicious bar food and good company has kept you all here after hours. Business was bad today because of the weather and the staff have gone home leaving just the proprietress behind the bar serving drinks to her friends.<br/><br/>You have all known each other for at least a year and become friends over that time. Moments like this when there is nothing to do but enjoy a good night of each other's company are rare, and it is time to make the most of it!<br/><br/>The stools at the bar are solidly made and some of them even have nice backs to lean against. The bar itself is polished and wonderfully designed, with a fireplace taking up most of one wall in the traditional dwarven fashion that nicely warms up the place even as the shutters rattle against the wind outside and the downpour tattoos the sturdy roof. The main are of the bar is empty, chairs up on the tables for the night, with only a small fire still burning in the kitchen for when the gang needs another round of munchables. The second story of the tavern is filled with nice little rooms, most of which are kept empty on purpose after the first few rounds of tenants all tried to rob the place, a nice coincidence that also provides a home away from home for the gang from time to time, especially on nights like this.<br/><br/><em>General chatter until the game begins for real!</em><br/><br/>