Post by Master of Dungeons on Mar 31, 2014 20:32:17 GMT
You enter a dingy looking building dimly lit by oil lamps. At first glance, you notice the unlit chandeliers hanging from the ceiling caked in candle wax. One chandelier in particular seems to be precariously hanging over a table. The tavern itself reeks of tobacco smoke and skunked ale. As you browse the room, you also see that some of the chairs and table legs are hastily crafted back together using parts from other tables and chairs. The room itself is not lively and almost seems depressing to even step in there. There are a few patrons in the bar, most elderly and middle aged having a pint and a nap at the table. Welcome to the center of Armethian culture, the Fettered Fox.
