The Women of Grausten
It was a rough day out on the farm today. A hot day, hard work. A leftover strain in your muscles accompanies you as you enter the Stoned Bar, the prime center of evening entertainment in Grausten. It's lively, like it is every evening. A good place to relax, to have a laugh, a meal, maybe a drink. Glancing over, you already see Fiona in all her goth glory. Your old friend is sitting off to the side as usual, ignoring the other guests to focus on some book as she nurses a cocktail. As quiet as you know her.
On the other side of the bar, the loud stomping of Sheriff Natanya is filling the room, along with some of the other men and women of the town. If you want action, it's certainly easy to find. You can see her large frame turning quickly, surprisingly agile for such a hulking woman, with her blonde ponytail whipping around wildly. But first, you should probably go to the counter.
Alanna:
On the other side of the bar, the loud stomping of Sheriff Natanya is filling the room, along with some of the other men and women of the town. If you want action, it's certainly easy to find. You can see her large frame turning quickly, surprisingly agile for such a hulking woman, with her blonde ponytail whipping around wildly. But first, you should probably go to the counter.
Alanna:
Ah, there you are, Hour!Polishing a glass in a very bartender-like fashion, Old Alanna, owner of this lovely bar, grins at you. Her red locks fall over the shoulder of her full, soft body as she looks you up and down.
What can I get you? Food, drinks? Advice? You know I hear everything that goes on in this town...
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