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Ahoy! and welcome to the Tolkien Guild Tavern. Here you'll enjoy a hearty atmosphere and all the ale and vittles you can stomach--and pay for, mind you. wink Spend a night in our inn; we've got rooms upstairs to accommodate hobbits, Elves, and everybody in between.

Well, what are you waiting for? Come on in!



Host: Estelyn

Cooks: Keldan, The Phantom

Waiters/Waitresses: Evelyn (Queen Arwen)

Bartenders:

Entertainers: Ithilvalan (Yoh-ko Rapper Ithilvalan), Tirno

Contact me if you're interested in a position. 3nodding We're always recruiting!

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A dark figure walks in, wrapped in a black cloak. His face was not fully hidden in shadow. The shape of a strong chin could be seen and a faint glimmer of red could be seen hidden within the black depths of the shadows of the hood. The figure entered silently, pulling back the hood of the cloak and looking about. His face was ordinary, nothing anybody would take note of. No visible scars or distinctive features. His eyes appeared to be a coal black, but they seemed to hold some fiery depth and an ancient knowing. He appeared to be a Man, but he gave off that distinctive aura of something more. Something powerful. His hair was a jet black and cut short, which was odd for most of the places where Men stayed.

He made his way over to the bar and took a seat, noting how empty the place was. He probably wasn't going to get much information from this place, but a drink would be nice. He ordered himself an ale from the barkeep and sat back, waiting.

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A decidedly scruffy-looking Elf (how an Elf can look scruffy is beyond this omnipresent narrator, but it's apparently possible) opened the door to the tavern. She stood, wreathed in smoke that was coming from the lit cigarette in her hand-- it must have been some newfangled way to smoke pipeweed. Her silhouette raised the hand holding it and took a long pull on it. She promptly broke into a coughing fit which lasted for several minutes.

When she'd regained her breath, she sighed heavily, coughed again at the intake of air this required, and put the cigarette in the bottle in one hand. The bottle she threw into a dustbin outside, and a cat was heard to yowl in surprise. "There goes my 'washed-up theater actor' costume," she sighed, and went to sit at the bar where everyone appeared to be gathered. She grabbed a menu and examined it.

"Ooh, sundae!" she exclaimed.

The man scratched his chin slightly before saying, "I'd like an ale." Most barkeepers were a wealth of information, but seeing as how this tavern seemed to have just opened, he doubted this young woman knew anything of value. Perhaps just the rumors of things in the outside world. He frowned as he thought to himself silently.

His eyes narrowed a bit as he said, "No. Just passing through." He sipped at his drink for a moment. She was eyeing him and that made him restless. He wasn't one to be eyed. He was used to being unnoticeable. He was a spy and that was his job. He'd picked this form specifically for that reason.

A girl with dark, long, silky hair walked in in a flowing dress and cape. She gazed about the tavern scene and deicded she get a job.

Evelyn sat down on the wooden chair rested herself from the long journey

A figure wearing a grey cloak entered the tavern. Although the hood concealed their face, it was easy to see from the way the person carried their self that it was a woman. As she took a seat at a table near the hearth, she pulled back her hood. She was an elven woman with long dark hair, and her eyes were luminous and green as the forest in springtime.
She looked at the menu. She was famished. She had been traveling for days, and had seldom stopped to eat. Her errand was an urgent one, and there was little time for rest.