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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tomorrow i will come back, leader of the whole pack
Cypress threw her back into her work, her wiry muscles nearly a blur as she shoveled up soiled bedding into the half-full wheelbarrow at the mouth of the stall. It was good, hard work, the kind that kept her going and made it easy to focus on something, anything else but the problem back home. She knew she was being ridiculous, she knew her mother didn't deserve her ire. Well, that wasn't true, exactly, even Olive felt a little bit of anger, and Cy's older sister was a damn saint. So it was normal, then, to be angry. But this enraged?
The first time the rug under Cy's feet had been yanked out from under her had been the day of the Corrupted attack. Her village was on fire, her family was in danger, and she'd stood, hammered by everything, at the window of some mansion she should never have been in in the first place. She'd spent the night in a daze, and then the following morning Theoden was dead. Not even a week later her mother had vowed to slay the Corrupteds who slayed her husband - and she too was gone. Then came the change to Shaman, and Effie's birth, and finding Jacopo. Sometimes it seemed like the only time she could breathe was when she was next to Thoth, like the air was nicer near him. He cared about her, and she loved him, and it wasn't always easy, but it was so much fun. Even just watching the faces he made as he read was soothing. Which was why she absolutely could not, would not, cancel their plans, no matter who rose from the grave and shattered here world again. She wanted to touch, and be touched, and forget, for a minute, that life was so ####ing confusing sometimes.
"CYPRESS!"
Cypress startled as the voice boomed in her ear, a meaty hand clenching at the spot above her elbow so hard she almost yelped in pain. The tall man glowered down at her, saying nothing but studying her critically. She tried to pull her arm away, looking around for the first time in the last few hours. Her stomach sank as she realized the place was empty. Her heartbeat thundered at her temples. In the last few months, the kennel master's pinches and pokes had become more... pointed. He'd started to look at her not as a punching bag, but as something else - Cy had a feeling it was something much worse. She'd always made sure to have at least her dogs at her side, but today she'd sent them away, too occupied with her own thoughts to lead a pack of rambunctious canines.
"Yes, sir?" she finally prompted, wincing as his grip tightened.
"The #### you do to your face?" he grunted at last, leaning in towards her face. Cypress leaned backwards, trying to ignore the ripe smell on his breath. Alcohol, at this hour? It was barely even the end of the work day - she didn't expect Thoth for another hour or so at least. Unless he was early. Gods, she sort of wished he was early.
"M-Makeup's not against the regulations, sir," she whispered, her free hand landing over his in a vain effort to get him to release her.
"Makeup's not against the regulations," he mocked. "This here's a fireable offense, don't you know it?"
"What?" Cypress felt like the world was turning again while she stood still. She couldn't lose her job too! Not today! The unfairness of it all rose up in her throat and threatened to choke her. "I'll wash it off, I won't do it again."
"You really want to keep it?" he asked, a sly tone in his voice that made her want to vomit. Cypress couldn't respond, but he started pulling her away all the same.
"Stop," Cypress said, weakly, trying to pull her arm free.
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"Stop!" she screamed now, kicking blindly with fear. Her right arm throbbed dully and it hurt to breathe, but she couldn't give in, not yet. Her hands behind her back were numb, but still they scrabbled against her bonds, breathing half sob and half scream as she flailed and bit and fought. Her shirt was askew, torn at the shoulder, and her breeches were torn at the side. The man grunted, ignoring her, and his busy hands groped and gripped in the darkened supply room.
"GET OFF OF ME!" she roared, then moaned in pain as he slapped her hard. Her protests were weaker as he continued on his mission. And then, just when she thought it was over, the door slammed open.