She looks at Barbus and smiles. I would love to say yes to that question but alas, I have yet to find a man that can appreciate my many talents.

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THE GREEN DRAGON’S INN!

Welcome fellow traveler to the busiest town in the Bavidirian Lands. Where folklore- fantasy and more than a few dragon stories thrive in the historic waterfront town of Sinatorium- a charming neighborhood full of ancient shops- exquisite markets- and gullible taverns. And in the middle of it all is the Green Dragon’s Inn- a quaint- two story inn that boasts stately rooms- an intimate pub- and new innovative food experiences. The Green Dragon’s Inn is better than ever- thanks to recent renovations financed personally by Lord Elkinsinan. Enjoy fine dwarven craftsmanship furnishings- crackling fireplaces- new hardwood floors and foreign exotic rugs- plush beds- pedestal tubs and all the glorious details that make the Green Dragon’s Inn such a cozy and inviting place to stay. So come join us and enjoy a pint of Hobgoblin's Brew or a taste of our famous sweet and smooth grapan from the hills of the hobbits. Let me bring a bard and give a riddle or a story that could enhance your interest in becoming the next famous adventurer!

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The owner is (Criani Peracien) – a level 15 warrior retired. Her last adventure was entering a dragon’s lair and silently took a bag of jewels and gold. The dragon awoke and attacked. Luckily she owned a magical shield and managed to take the awesome blow almost losing her life. She managed to run into a narrow tunnel and make it to Sinatorium safely with her win. She then with the gold opened the Green Dragon’s Inn to commemorate the event of the Green Dragon she encountered.

Her help is (Boromir Riniken) a son of the town’s armor smith. He is 6 feet tall blonde hair. He is a great cook and friendly to everyone.

Everyone who has a character created should go here everyday and say hello to Boromir or Criani! Thanks!

Ahh, one day, you will, and when you do, even the sun won't glow as bright as you.

*Looks at the ruby Scale*

Hard to tell, it very well could be. Hard to get a detailed view of Dragon Scale when you are running and hiding.

Barbus said

*turns his attention to the lady dark elf, and casts "STONE" and petrifies the dark elf*

Maybe that will teach you to be such a wench! Nobody but nobody disrespects the Green Dragon's Inn and its staff!


*Rathil walks in through the door*

I guess you would be talking about me then? You truly are a good friend Barbus. I fully expected you to kill him

No, I wasn't talking about you at the time, but now that you mention it, why are you sending a boy in here to start trouble in the first place? Do you want to end up like the lady drow over there, a coat rack?

Ahh, now. I never took you to be the one to have such a glib tongue. Nods her head gracefully towards the drow.

Hmm, good thing you ran, I see you sell all sorts of nice items, have you heard of Borimor's new Museaum full of ancient weapons and armor?

*Laughs a bit*

I can imagine that would be quite dreadul. I do apologize to you Barbus. I should have cleared it with you first. Although if I did I would not have gotten the desired results from my experiment

What experiment?

Sees Rathil saunter in through the door.
Her eyes narrow just a bit.

Yes, just a bunch of old things from my adventuring days, plus new items I acquire from time to time.


No I haven't heard of the museum, but it does sound interesting.

Morgan is so enjoying her meal, she hardly notices the ruckus. Seeing magic and such different races of people, she wonders if this is the way it has always been or if her lack of memory just causes her to see things as strange and unfamiliar.

Maybe when she regains her memory it will all seem quite normal. That is what she needs to find out. How to get her memory back.

Maybe some of these magic producing beings can help her. Yet she is not sure who to ask.

She just decides to watch and wait.

You should know by now, you catch me in a good mood... Though it was almost spoiled by events earlier today. First Rathil's little errand boy comes in here running his mouth, so I shut it for him, then the coatrack, I mean Lady Drow over there starts messing with Borimor, so I gave her a lesson in manners.

That I fear we will have to talk about when we aren't in such mixed company. I am not quite sure what to make of it yet and that is why I had to try it out. All will make itself clear in time my friend. Although I will assure you I will not send him here again to stir up trouble. I got the desired results

*Turns towards Re'anna and tips his hat*

I see you got my little present

Criani Peracien the Green Dragon's Inn Owner walks in. She sees Boromir troubled and walks to him. She is very tall and muscular. Once a adventurer but now retired. Her physic show that she was once a mighty warrior at one time or another.

Criani:What is wrong?

Boromir: Oh nothing important Criani. It is a long time since you came.

Criani: Yes I just came back from Hilly Dangar. I have a whole carriage of grapan liquor. We will need them later. Please go unload it and put it in the cellar for me.

Boromir: Nods his head and looks at the dark elf with a red face.

Criani: She smiles happy to see her tavern has alot of customers in it all the time. She is pleased with her establishment.

*turns back to the newly formed statue of the Lady Drow, and restores her to her former self, from the neck up* So, have you learned your lesson?

*The girl with the dark skin, white hair and blue cloak skips marily into the bar*

Yes, Citoles are fairly common I thought you might have some strings. I’ve made all the strings I have from the placenta of unicorns, but since I no longer raise them I’ve no longer have access to the raw material. I was hoping that you might have some srings by chance.

Little Present? You call this little?
I want to know where you found this, now!!!