It seemed the smoke from a hundred small chimneys was struggling to rise up through the heavy rain over Khanelle. Each drop whipped up dirt as it hit the ground, covering the narrow alleys and paths around the houses with a thick layer of wet mud. There were just a few ships at the harbour, rolling heavily with the waves that were pounding the shore. Of course, most of the sailors were not aboard the ships at all. They were crowding the town taverns; spending their coin on ale and whores. Each inn and tavern, from The Broken Wench to the Staggering Lion Alehouse and the Screaming Troll Cellar were filled with sailors, travellers and all sorts of thugs and cutthroats. The smell of sweat, horse, ale, roasting meet and spicy stew hung heavily around the sturdy oak tables.<br/><br/><Tag - Sionn>