Winterfell Tavern

Ugh, so much elk steak, someone grind some up and make me some tacos!

I have a mighty craving!

Good thing the hunters brought down that dragon that was poaching all the cattle, makes for some tasty hot sauce!

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Good thing the hunters brought down that dragon that was poaching all the cattle, makes for some tasty hot sauce!

For those cold nights on the wall, and your need to warm the blood, nothing but the best from a fellow frozen land of Skyrim for you 🙂

My thanks good Sir, it will be a much needed addition to the Watch, my men will sing your praises, drunkenly but heartily.

The Bards have gifted us with song:

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I just need a few more posts so that I can get a signature, so I'll do that here really quick if you don't mind.

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And this should be it. Apologies for the brief intrusion, and thanks again!

A strange traveler appears and then just as swiftly moves on, such are the comings and goings of a tavern.

The regulars look up from their mugs of mead and then go back to whatever musings they had, the barkeep continues with cutting up oranges for the mixed drinks, mutters a bit and pops a slice into his mouth.

We have some Holy Paladins in today, the Bards prepared song:

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Takes a seat in the far corner, slams a flagon of mead on the table, slumps down in the chair and sighs deep and long, it was a long day and he is tired and sore from his labors.

One must always be vigilant when one lives in the same realm as magic users and mythical creatures.

One of the bar wenches came in late and seemingly forgot the menu for today, brought her into the office and set her in the chair that identifies magic and other unusual states of being, turns out she is a shapeshifter and her original body is that of a 36 year old male that got off on gaslighting drunk warriors. You can't trust anything these days.

At the very least the wards above the doors are still keeping Vampires away, thank Crom.

Went for ride with the guard north of the wall, the wind is all you hear the silence of all life is unearthly.

One of our young lads found footprints in the snow and went to investigate alone, before we could react the poor fool had disappeared without a trace.