It is a typical early fall day, breezy, yet still warm when the sun is out, making your travels that much easier. You have arrived at the town of Daggerford, a walled community built against the side of a low hill. The town surrounds a small yet solid looking castle that must be the Duke's residence. The town looks as most in this area do - newer buildings made of stone, and older buildings made of wood and some masonry. All in all, a typical stronghold town of the north.
You enter the town through the smaller Farmer's Gate facing the fields outside the walled town. From what you've heard, this is the main gate that is normally open 24/7, and as you enter, a couple of rather pedestrian looking guards in studded leather armor with spears greet you with an oddly friendly "welcome to Daggerford! Please enjoy your stay!"
As you continue on into town, eager to get a meal, drink, and a room to ease your weary backs, you pass through what is obviously a outdoor marketplace, closing for the evening. As you look around, just about to ask for directions to somewhere welcoming, you see a sign ahead on a large two-story structure that looks like it could have been a warehouse at one time - the sign is weathered, but says "Lady Luck Tavern." It looks clean, and as welcoming an establishment as any you've seen in your travels as of late, so you decide to enter and see what awaits.
As you walk through the door, the first thing you notice is the pleasant aroma of well-cooked food and the clanking of tankards, coupled with the happy banter of the roughly 15-20 occupants. You also can't help but notice a large stone column set in the middle of the floor, inscribed with many names and unique symbols. The walls of the main inn room are covered with weapons, armor and various trophies, including a stuffed hind end of what appears to be a cow, mounted on a platform in the back.
As you enter, most of the patrons pay you little notice, a handful smile and nod, a couple say "hello" and they mostly appear to be common folk, farmers and the lot. No one out of the ordinary except for a large man sitting in the back near the stuffed cow, with a dark hood pulled low over his head, quietly eating dinner, or trying to, as two children are excitedly talking to him, politely asking him about orcs, goblins and other things, he seems to be good naturedly talking to them, in low, halting tones, but you can't quite make out what he's saying. Across from the hooded stranger, two dirty travellers sit nearby, with a brace of empty tankards around them. They are laughing, and appear to be staring at the hooded man and his youthful companions, apparently making light of them, but you aren't quite sure. They are obviously drunk, and by the look of their gear, appear to be teamsters.
Before you can compose yourself, A man of medium build, with long brown hair and a leather apron comes from behind the bar, smiling and motioning to a large table that can seat up to 10. Although you've all been travelling together, you aren't really a group, and you've exchanged pleasantries, but this gentleman obviously thinks you are a party. Before you can say anything, he says in a booming voice "Welcome! Welcome travellers, rest your weary feet, here, I've a table just for you. Sit, SIT!.." as he motions you to be seated, he nods to the armored Paladin in your group, and says quickly to him, "welcome, man of Torm. Glad to have you among us." And then he quickly carries on toward the others. "What'll it be, friends? Our ale is cheap and the best you'll find south of the City of Splendors, and our roasted beef and mutton will surely please your empty bellies! And if a room is what you need, you've come to the right place. What'll it be?" You all look at each other questioningly, and the innkeep smiles patiently, awaiting your orders and/or questions.
OOC: The first few posts may be a bit long in length, but once you get used to the locale and we get moving, it'll pick up quickly.. I promise.