The village of Tower Ford had once been important. The river Dunn that flowed past, and here widened to a passable depth, had once been a border between two kingdoms. The tower had housed a company of soldiers and blood often mingled with the waters and the two forces clashed.<br/><br/>Now though, one kingdom having subsumed the other, it was a quiet crossroads; a dozen buildings mostly serving the nearby farmers and the empty tower home to a murder of crows that watched over the place.<br/><br/>There were two establishments that catered to the social needs of the Village and the housing of travelers. The more reputable of the two was called the White Mare and it was on the main road, three stories of white painted wood, a hearth that had a constantly boiling pot of very decent stew, and comfortable if simple rooms for guests.<br/><br/>This is not where your group had been staying.<br/><br/>The other inn, where your party has bred staying for the past few days, was called the Goblin’s Eye. It was down a mud track, a quarter of a mile from the main road. The Goblin’s Eye was much cheaper, more dangerous and more fun.<br/><br/>The common room, at which your group was sitting around a long table, the wood black with age, scared with knife marks and years of spills, was dark, the shutters on the windows were closed. The air was thick with smoke from the hearth and pipe smoke. There were maybe 9 or ten other guests at other tables, in dark corners.<br/><br/>A large, scarred half orc was behind the bar, his thick arms wiping tankards with a greasy cloth, no one was sure why Gron did this, he was obviously making the things more dirty with the action.<br/><br/>The servings girls, five working during the day, were young and pretty. This made sense because each had a second job beyond serving drinks, work that was done in the back rooms, in the dark, in the dirty cots they were allotted.<br/><br/>A half elf was on a stool by the fire slowly strumming a lute, singing a sad song. His voice was...passable, but he too had other jobs here. The rumor was that while his mouth wasn’t great at music he could use it at least as well as the the girls in the back.<br/><br/>A young server, one who had been attending to your group for a while approached with a tray laden with tankards of ale and a bottle of wine. Her hair was blond, and tied back in a bun on top of her head. She wore the unofficial uniform of the Goblin’s eye: a dark skirt that stopped just before the floor, an apron around her waist, a white blouse that was off both shoulders, the tops of her breasts on display, the white globes  lifted by a leather corset worn on the outside of her clothes, cinched tight, putting her on display.<br/><br/>“ ‘Ere you are,<em>heroes[/],” she said as she plunked the drinks down. “Gron sez this is the last free round. You might ’ave helped him out but from now on youze guys gotta pay.”<br/><br/></em><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">“OOC”</div><div class="spoiler_body">And there is the intro post. You guys can talk about the adventure you just had where you helped out the bartender Gron. Once we have that...adventure hook incoming!</div></div>