welcome to the hanged man

[merchantprince]

THE HANGED MAN

[ As far as medieval taverns go, this one is pretty special. People of all walks of life congregate in the smelly armpit of the city. The stew is made from a different mystery meat each morning, and the ale tastes just a fraction better than nug piss. But it's home to some of the most colorful characters in the world.

If you're looking for work, information, or a good brawl, this is the place.

Or maybe you're from a faraway land and this is the first inn you've seen in a hundred miles. If you're a visitor from such a place, a certain dwarf might be interested in meeting you. ]

Comments

[cataclysmruin]

Hmm, now that, I have seen.

[Ah, stupid bandits and their stupid failed traps, the way they end up hanging each other or themselves instead of their intended targets... Never ceases to amuse her.

That wink gets a grin... But her ale certainly won't go untouched, and she takes a sip before answering.]

Athenas! But I haven't been there in a very long time, and I'd never go back. Are you from here, then? It looks like everybody knows your name, at least.

[merchantprince]

[Yeah he's not really a big fan of the ale. Doesn't help that the barmaid always gets his order wrong.]

Born and raised. [He's sensing a story here, and threads his fingers together.] Athenas, huh. Is that where you got the tattoos?

[cataclysmruin]

[Eh. It's alcohol (she's pretty sure) so she'll choke it down one way or another. She's not about to turn away free booze.]

Close enough. [Her smile is a touch secretive now.] I'm a Siren. I was born with them. It's kind of like a side effect.