The Wagoneer's Whip
Of the dozen long wooden benches inside this bar, most are empty, some are
occupied with sullen, besotted drinkers, and all are beer-stained. The bar
top itself is dirty and stinks, the product of years of neglegence and
irregular cleaning. Few of the patrons look especially happy, and there is
a general air of gloom about the place. Maerone's main road is to the west.
[ obvious exits: W ]
A small wooden keg is upended here, with a shiny metal tap in its side.
A rough looking man stands here, eyeing you suspiciously.
Altaria Cos'Varei is standing here.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A shapely young woman skillfully weaves amongst the chaos, taking orders.
A bartender serves customers with a greedy smile.
* HP:Scratched[99%] MV:Strong > 'you must take me for a fool!
You say 'you must take me for a fool!'
* HP:Scratched[99%] MV:Strong >
Altaria looks at a rough looking man.
* HP:Scratched[99%] MV:Strong > l man
It has no description.
A rough looking man is scratched.
a rough looking man is using:
<worn on head> a metal helmet
<worn about body> a torn cloak (frayed)
<worn on hands> a pair of leather half-gauntlets
<wielded> a long, thin sword
<worn on legs> a pair of chainmail leggings
<worn on feet> a pair of heavy leather boots
No description on rough looking man
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