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Re: Chapter 5 Home is where the Heart is (Ubberific) GMed by ranger
The door creaked open its rusty salt corroded iron hinges insuring that everyone was drawn to the new arrival as it cried out in metallic agony that grated the teeth and sent shivers down anyone's spine. It took a moment before Rikke's eyes adjusted to the perpetual gloom of the inn making her vulnerable for a few moments as she was easily highlighted by the bright sunlight outside. Still stepping in the door creaked shut ending the blinding radiance.
Any hope Rikke had of a warm welcome was quickly dashed as the few obviously seedy fellows quickly turned away not even giving her another thought. Her first glance revealed no sign of Milkeye but it did give her a clear indication of what type of place she wanted into. A nearby table sat empty spilled ale and dried blood staining its surface. In the fare corner near the fireplace sat a group of men fiddling with cards, playing something under the feeble gas light. Near the bar sat a few stools occupied by the working girls one currently engaged at a table servicing her customer the tel tale slurps hinting at her current task. A husky barkeep stood at his counter wiping a glass with a surprisingly clean rag. Though it was offset by the obvious red scare across his eye that seemed angry and red.
The door creaked open its rusty salt corroded iron hinges insuring that everyone was drawn to the new arrival as it cried out in metallic agony that grated the teeth and sent shivers down anyone's spine. It took a moment before Rikke's eyes adjusted to the perpetual gloom of the inn making her vulnerable for a few moments as she was easily highlighted by the bright sunlight outside. Still stepping in the door creaked shut ending the blinding radiance.
Any hope Rikke had of a warm welcome was quickly dashed as the few obviously seedy fellows quickly turned away not even giving her another thought. Her first glance revealed no sign of Milkeye but it did give her a clear indication of what type of place she wanted into. A nearby table sat empty spilled ale and dried blood staining its surface. In the fare corner near the fireplace sat a group of men fiddling with cards, playing something under the feeble gas light. Near the bar sat a few stools occupied by the working girls one currently engaged at a table servicing her customer the tel tale slurps hinting at her current task. A husky barkeep stood at his counter wiping a glass with a surprisingly clean rag. Though it was offset by the obvious red scare across his eye that seemed angry and red.