JadeKnight
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The Kingdom of Ryule was a prosperous one and had been for the last thousand years. Rhydin, the capital city, was always bustling with commerce, much of which was supported by the adventurers and mercenaries that journeyed across the land. If someplace was a starting for point for travels of any kind, this was the place.
The main gathering place in the city was the Prancing Pony, located just a few doors south of the main market. It was often empty during the day, but the nights were filled with drinking, partying, live music, and all around meeting place. A large wooden board was hanging next to the door, filled with flyers ranging from wanted posters, random advertisements, to the listings for job postings.
Tonight was no exception to a large crowd. The atmosphere was alive with a four elf band singing while they played there instruments. Mugs clanked together from time to time as the patrons drank. It was still early, but the chance for a brawl was there.
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Sitting at the end of the bar, Zentra Blackheart sat nursing a mug of ale. Though she stood at only five feet, she was not one to be trifled with. Despite her appearance of looking young, she was actually almost two hundred years old as a black dragon. She had gotten bored of just being a dragon, living in a cave. The last fity years she had choosen to live like this, finding excitement where she could. She had spent several years as a mercenary before diving into this so-called adventurer's life. That was why tonight she was sitting in the middle of a crowded tavern.
The main gathering place in the city was the Prancing Pony, located just a few doors south of the main market. It was often empty during the day, but the nights were filled with drinking, partying, live music, and all around meeting place. A large wooden board was hanging next to the door, filled with flyers ranging from wanted posters, random advertisements, to the listings for job postings.
Tonight was no exception to a large crowd. The atmosphere was alive with a four elf band singing while they played there instruments. Mugs clanked together from time to time as the patrons drank. It was still early, but the chance for a brawl was there.
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Sitting at the end of the bar, Zentra Blackheart sat nursing a mug of ale. Though she stood at only five feet, she was not one to be trifled with. Despite her appearance of looking young, she was actually almost two hundred years old as a black dragon. She had gotten bored of just being a dragon, living in a cave. The last fity years she had choosen to live like this, finding excitement where she could. She had spent several years as a mercenary before diving into this so-called adventurer's life. That was why tonight she was sitting in the middle of a crowded tavern.