The Crimson Haven
The war to the south raged out. Troops marching to face the almost seemingly endless army of the Lich Lord. You leaned against the door of the Tavern, eyes watching the newest batch of recruits marching past. Memories of your own time out in the front coming back before being pushed away.
With a sigh, you turn away and back into the bustling noise of the Crimson Haven. The small sanctuary you had made in the middle of the small village of Los Sandra, a farming town. As you walk through, waitresses call out orders and run food. Cooks work in the back, laughing and calling back orders. The curtain to the brothel in the back drawn as customers came and went. As you settle at your usual place at the bar, your head bartender leans near by. Seraphina. Her dress clinging to her curves as she smirks
“Busy day, boss…”
With a sigh, you turn away and back into the bustling noise of the Crimson Haven. The small sanctuary you had made in the middle of the small village of Los Sandra, a farming town. As you walk through, waitresses call out orders and run food. Cooks work in the back, laughing and calling back orders. The curtain to the brothel in the back drawn as customers came and went. As you settle at your usual place at the bar, your head bartender leans near by. Seraphina. Her dress clinging to her curves as she smirks
“Busy day, boss…”
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