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. ]

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[antimagister]

[Oh look. The Hanged Man. There's that familiar smell of stale piss and vomit...

He's here to play cards - assuming, of course, that Varric and Isabela show up, as usual. Until they do, he'll wait. He considers, briefly, ordering a glass of something, but the odds of them having anything finer than old grape juice that isn't watered down are slim to none. He's not that desperate. at the moment.]

[cataclysmruin]

[This... is so far from Pandora, it's scary. It's different. It's exciting!!

Maya is practically beaming as she enters The Hanged Man, the smile on her face looks like it's fit to split it right in two. She looks pretty out of place, all things considered - bright blue hair, pale skin, tattoos all up and down her arms... but most of the patrons are too drunk to really be staring at her, so she's taking that as a good thing and headed right for the bar!]

I'll have--... Um. ... What is there to have here?

[She looks puzzled, but somehow happily so.]