The Worker's Respite
The "Worker's Respite", as it was called by the locals, was the place to be on any given night of the week. It wasn't a fancy place. It had been just a dirt floor until a few months ago when a wood floor was put in. The tables weren't always level. The cups were often dirty. The customer didn't even get a fork or spoon all the time, but business was good at the tavern. It had a reputation for good food, great drinks, and a very attractive waitress. There were fights. Any town that has men liquored up is bound to have fights. Usually they would just add a little bit of entertainment to the evening until Dan, the barkeep and owner of the tavern, kicked them out. This evening had been no different until Cassandra, Lakum, and Balak walked in.
Inside the bar, the air was warm, dry, and smoky. In the center of the room there was a large fireplace. The roaring fire crackled and popped as it cast out heat and light, creating a comfortable refuge from the cold chill lingeri