Situated at the edge of Kingswood Forest, The Stone Dragon tavern is on the border of the King's control. Consequently, it is a hotspot for outlaws and law-abiding citizens alike. A number of secret rooms, doors and passages enable outlaws to hide or make a quick getaway whenever the King's men come swooping in. As there is also an inn here, this is also a popular place for temporary travellers and explorers.
temporary residents
Faeyra
Zohar
Nine
Kaito
Evelyn
Paris
permanent residents
Jacopo, under house arrest
Olive
Alder
Cypress
Effie
Torram
Renn
Nerissa
Sapphire
employees
Olive, Owner
Renn, Bar Staff/Waitress
Jacopo, Gardener
Nine, Bar Staff/Waitress
Zohar, Stable Hand
Paris, Bar Staff
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Bar: Fairies can drink and be merry in this pub-style bar.
Inn: A comfortable place for temporary or permanent residents to stay.
Stables: The stables offer a variety of pens for different animals while their owners are staying in the inn.
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Mordred waited, standing statue-still, his expression inscrutable as Renn disappeared through the parlour doors. He scanned the tables, noting who was glowering, who avoiding his eye, who was nervous and who was too drunk to care. He noted who was carrying a weapon, and who looked capable of using the one they carried with any kind of usefulness. He picked out five of interest; amongst them a man who had tried to run, a woman with a stiletto blade up her sleeve, and a younger man at the bar with missing fingers. Mordred reached out to his guards with his mind and planted a warning in their heads. Low voices rumbled in the kitchen.
"Olive!" Renn said. "It's him, it's the king!" She bit her lip and took her friend's hands in hers. She looked between her and Jacopo, eyes wide. "Henry's upstairs," she breathed, "I'm so sorry! I need to get him out of here." Her bottom lip trembled, "they can't catch him."
But there was nothing to be done yet. The king was waiting. She let Olive go, and led the way back into the parlour, fighting to keep her hands, her breath steady. Nico fluttered into place on her left shoulder as she entered, and Milo mirrored him, taking his place on the right. Unable to trust her shaking knees, and in spite of her familiar's reassurances, Renn sunk down onto the nearest bar stool. She felt the king's eyes on her.
Mordred smiled benevolently at Olive. She was a pretty thing, albeit it less delicate, less bird-like than Gaiane, and he answered her courtesy with a graceful incline of his head.
"You keep a fine house, Miss," he said, gesturing for them all to rise. "I apologise for the interruption. I am here, I hope, to put some nasty rumours to bed. I am sure I will have your complete cooperation."
Even Mordred was surprised by what happened next. Thoth's familiar bounded onto the top of the bar, her long tail flailing. The younger girl, Olive sister he judged by the resemblance, winced and dropped her gaze. Interesting.
"Well well," the king smiled, "who do we have here?" He took a step closer to the bar and held out a hand of greeting, palm up, a non-threatening gesture. "Hello there, friend."
He waited, and then turned his head.
"You know this creature?" he asked the tavern's little family, tilting his head enquiringly to one side. "Its most unusual."
He turned to two of his soldiers. "Make sure it cannot leave," he instructed, "just to be safe."
The king smiled at Olive anew.
"I think we will skip the refreshments today. Tell me, are there rooms my men could use to interview your patrons in peace? I promise once we are done, if there are no causes for concern, we shall leave your fine establishment in the condition we found it."
Mordred withdrew his hand from Thoth's creature, and offered it instead to Olive.
"Perhaps you and your family will keep me company in the meanwhile?"
He gestured to the guards to take the would-be-escapee out first. And then a knock came on the door.
"Enter!" Mordred called, his eyebrows raising with interest as he turned to greet the new arrivals.
"Well, well..." he said, "today is just full of coincidences isn't it?" Mordred advanced on Grayson, lifting his chin with his forefinger until their eyes met. The king nudged magic from himself to the boy, urging compliance and cooperation.
"Not the nephew I was looking for," he purred, "but you'll do for now."
He gestured to the spare seat beside the man with the mutilated fingers.
"Make yourself comfortable. We have much to discuss."