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.
Jacopo, under house arrest
Renn, Bar Staff/Waitress
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.
So before you leave when you're old enough, Torram
Posted by Sapphire on November 24, 2019, 7:29 pm
[cont from otherworlds]
Warning: Post contains lots of swearing.
S A P P H I R E
Sapphy’s eyes narrowed further as Torram started speaking. This was not the mumbling apology she had expected. Well, good. About time he grew a backbone.
He might have picked something a little less personal for their first fight, though.
“They ain’t your family,” she snorted derisively. “You made that well clear.”
She sat back on his lap, folding her arms across her chest. Letting people rant wasn’t usually Sapphy’s style – she was more inclined to shout over the top of them – but she’d never seen Torram like this before. The muscles in his neck moved distractingly as his voice got louder and harder, leaning into the argument with intensity. His face was flushed, his eyes bright, the rage quivering in his voice… it was magnificent. If this was how he was when he was in a temper, Sapphy was going to have to provoke it more often.
His words were absolute rot, though. She rolled her eyes at his suggestion that money hadn’t made his life easier and leapt on his words as soon as there was a lull.
“Are you actually having a laugh?” She sucked her teeth again. “Money doesn’t mean shit during assassination or illness? Like it can’t pay for ####in’ guards or doctors or thick walls or a house which ain’t damp?” Sapphy didn’t know what ‘siege’ meant, so she ignored that one and barrelled right through his other arguments. “Try gettin’ sick and not bein’ able to afford help,” she snarled. “Try growin’ up on the gang lines. As if my friends and family wasn’t gettin’ shot and stabbed while the pigs an’ the politicians didn’t give a shit, ya ####in’ prick.”
Somewhere in her diatribe he’d turned away, leaning as far back from her as he could like she physically repulsed him. For the first time, the enjoyment Sapphy had found in the anger pounding through her veins slipped. She wiggled, shuffling backwards and standing up so she was no longer touching him. Keeping her arms folded across her chest, she stepped away from him, scowling at the bed.
“There’s honest and there’s bein’ a ####.” She snapped at him. “You wanna call my sister a bitch because she’s mad that her kid got taken away from her because she don’t have the money to take proper care of him? You wanna judge my mom for turnin’ to drugs because her life is shit? Says it all about you, don’t it.”