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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Danny had a headache. George had finished exactly three months of medical school when he'd been a young man - 47 years prior - and therefore considered himself more knowledgeable than a young man like Danny. Nevermind that Danny was a medical prodigy, nevermind that he'd taken - and aced - the same courses as everyone else who worked in the clinic (and then some, in many cases). He held back a weighty sigh and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, choosing to time Nessa's pulse and let George's rambling fade to a dull roar in the back of his head. At least when he focused on these things his head didn't throb quite as bad. Making a mental note to pick up something for his head next time he swung by the nurse's station.
"You're making great progress, Nessa!" he said in a chipper tone to the young woman on the bed, finally dropping his gaze from where he'd been focusing. "You'll be ready for discharge soon."
Nessa said nothing and, after a slight pause, Danny realized George wasn't saying anything either. Glancing over his shoulder - the man hadn't died, had he? - he found both of his patients staring in horror towards the other side of the room. Rick, he thought with a sigh. The young man was on a psychiatric hold, worn thin by exhaustion and stress. He had a tendency to shuffle around, staring conceredly at people and occasionally muttering dire proclamations under his breath. It was like the Grim Reaper - Danny's pen clattered to the ground. It was the Grim Reaper. He blanched, his throat closing and his heart picking up several beats. Why. Why did the gods always choose to pop out of nowhere and surprise him of all people?
"Uhh," he began eloquently, crouching down to swipe up his pen. He straightened so quickly he nearly bonked his head on the bottom of Nessa's bed. He pushed it into the pocket of his white coat, striding forward. "Y-Yes, ma'am."
He lowered his voice slightly, ever the polite physician. "May I inquire as to why? Are you... unwell?"