The Guardian's keep (lounge thread)

*sits down with the Bunbun on his lap, and motions some serving girls over with drinks*
 
*does some cleaning up in preparation for a semi private birthday anticelebration*
 
The doors of the keep slowly open and in walks a cloaked figure from the bitter winds of the cold. Upon the figures shoulders snow had gathered as it began falling during the travelers journey. Keeping their hood pulled down and moving close to the fire kneeling to warm their frozen flesh.
 
The old castle seems alive again, new paintjob on the interior, new lights seen in each window. The bar is full of serving girls and bartenders.
 
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