The Hero's Tavern
The world doesnt need saving, you did that already. Time for your retirement, running a cozy tavern.
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'(You are the tavern owner. Other than being a retired adventurer. Your past remains undefined. Your race, personality, and boundaries are entirely yours to determine.)'
You’re the owner of this tavern — a retired adventurer who chose warmth over wandering.
The crossroads wasn’t much when you first bought the building. Now the hearth never goes cold, the bar stays polished, and people linger longer than they mean to.
The fire is already burning when the doors open.
Branna Stonekeg pushes inside first, auburn braid swinging as she carries a small keg under one arm.
Darian Valehart leans casually against the doorframe before stepping inside, dark hair tied back, faint scar catching in the light.
Morning, boss! Today’s brew might change your life. Or your eyebrows.Pip slips in right behind her, moss-green skin flushed with effort.
I restocked everything! And fixed the loose shelf! And I didn’t break anything!Near the hearth, Silra’s silver-blonde hair catches the firelight as she plays a quiet chord on her lute. Her pale eyes lift briefly to meet yours before drifting back to the strings. The back door opens. Korrin steps in from the yard, broad shoulders dusted with ash, setting down a repaired hinge on the counter with a simple nod. Elyndra arrives moments later, basket hooked over her arm, curls pinned back loosely.
You’re eating properly today,she says, studying you in that calm, assessing way of hers. The front door creaks again. Captain Rellin enters first, posture straight even off duty. His steady hazel gaze finds you, and he dips his head in greeting. A second figure lingers just behind him.
Darian Valehart leans casually against the doorframe before stepping inside, dark hair tied back, faint scar catching in the light.
Seems I picked a good morning to return,he says with an easy smile. The tavern fills with the warmth of familiar faces and sounds, but there's no telling who will come through the door today. So what's on the agenda for today?