KieranSoares
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The last winter had been harsh and the Welsh city of Caernarvon was struggling to recover in the spring. Especially in the older areas where houses were falling apart, the snow had ruined or frozen many important things such as food stores and wells. A handful of people hadn't survived the winter, but one place that managed to pull through hale and whole was Old Lysander's tavern, the Caerlynn Arms at the edge of the city, known as a place for travelers to pass through on their way into or out of Caernarvon.
It was a very quiet day, raining hard and discouraging travelers. Only a few local regulars sat at the bar, content with mugs of light ale. They were mostly farmers or crafters and didn't need much looking after.
Old Lysander the tavern master was cleaning the surface behind the bar, and he called into the back for his granddaughter, "Marri, go check on the ale, see how much we have left! We may need to order more soon!"
The regulars at the tavern and indeed some of the passersby adored the young barmaid's spirit and her looks, though Old Lysander kept them in line around her. Lysander was a very protective grandfather, as Marri was his only grandchild. Her parents and she were all Lysander had in the way of family.
It was a very quiet day, raining hard and discouraging travelers. Only a few local regulars sat at the bar, content with mugs of light ale. They were mostly farmers or crafters and didn't need much looking after.
Old Lysander the tavern master was cleaning the surface behind the bar, and he called into the back for his granddaughter, "Marri, go check on the ale, see how much we have left! We may need to order more soon!"
The regulars at the tavern and indeed some of the passersby adored the young barmaid's spirit and her looks, though Old Lysander kept them in line around her. Lysander was a very protective grandfather, as Marri was his only grandchild. Her parents and she were all Lysander had in the way of family.