<div align="center">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/428683928275255311/437703907309912074/458597_1311497753_orig.jpg?width=1026&amp;height=461)</div><br/>Solvia, the northernmost of the great cities of the world, the last city before the desolation, holy city of the Goddess Iluriel. Long has this ancient city endured against all the world could throw at it, for millennia Iluriel herself has dwelt within the sacred cathedral that towers above the city as an incarnate deity. Even the Lords of Desolation have been held back here where the other cities in the northlands. It has been nearly a century since last the armies of the Lords of Desolation marched forth to make war upon Solvia, and there have been rumbles of unease... Border incursions have grown more frequent, creatures bearing the sigils of several of the Lords have been slain in skirmishes, and the Goddess has withdrawn herself almost entirely, only speaking through the most senior members of her priesthood. Dark times may be close at hand for this great city....<br/><br/>But all of this is not yet your concern. For now the darkness has not yet come, and you are just at the beginning of your adventures.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/AuuErMS.jpg)<br/></div>The Necessary Respite, a middling class establishment near the front gates of the city was not particularly crowded on this afternoon. While there were still plenty of travelers despite the increasing tension in the lands, it was still early enough in the day that most of the people who were already present were the hardcore regulars and the serving staff. Though there were also a smattering of new arrivals to the city who had found their way into the establishment either in search of the promised respite from their travels, or to get their bearings in the city.<br/><br/>The loudest group by far in the tavern at present was a group of men who judging by their somewhat rough attire were primarily laborers of some kind. They were gathered in one of the corners around a table and from the excited chatter, and the periodic whooping calls it would appear they were engaged in some sort of group game. They also seemed to be somewhat inebriated and one of the serving staff was constantly moving back and forth to deliver more drinks in response to their appetites<br/><br/>At one of the tables, about as far as one could get from the rowdy drinking group of men, a young woman dressed in concealing silver robes sat with six large books spread out upon the table in front of her, seemingly lost in the process of poring through the tomes. From what little could be seen she was pale, but considering the nature of her concealing clothing there wasn't much else that could be determined. Every now and then she would glance up and look around, as if checking to make sure nothing was going on, before diving back into her books.<br/><br/>A small group of regulars were clustered at the bar itself, nursing their drinks and swapping banter with each other and the bartender. There were three of them in all. One was a platinum blond haired woman who was wearing clothing that looked rather out of place in the tavern, the blue and gold fancy dress with lace and streamers didn't quite seem to mesh with everything else. The other two members of the group chatting there were both men, one who looked to be about the same age as the blond woman, and the other who looked to be about ten years or so older. Both of them had a mercenary look about them, and were armed, the elder one with a shortsword at his hip, and the younger with a bow and quiver on his back.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Feel free to start off inside or entering the tavern. I also invite you to initiate interaction with anyone of those described you want to, or not. ^^ I'll adjust of course. And most important. Have fun!</div></div>