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The ‘Legless Horseman’ is a somewhat battered and crumbling looking old tavern of two stories high that leans out worryingly into the street. It is made of stone with its upper floor and tall roof made from wood. The windows are small and sunken in, with dust on their windowsills. The sign that hand out from atop the door has a picture of a highwayman with no head, merrily brandishing a pint of beer.
Inside the large room is grimey and full of oak wooden tables. There is a large fireplace with a number of moth-eaten chairs and stools crowded around it. Here is where the old men tend to sit and gossip about what’s going on in Ash Coast.
The bar is along and scarred by numerous bar fights- chunks chopped out of it form swords and the like. There are barstools here too. Behind the bar is the entrance to the upper floor where the Inn’s room are you can rent for a reasonable price.
The barman is a gruff heavy set human man with a thick neck and huge arms called ‘Samson’. The head barmaid is a sensuous looking woman with blazing red hair nicknamed ‘Chimera’ for what she does to those who disrespect her. It’s rumoured that there’s siren blood in her, but as far as everyone’s concerned - she’s human.
The beer isn’t great, but it’s strong- and for many round here, that’s the most important thing.





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21st June 08 - All squeaky clean and ressurected like a pheonix from the flames :3 Thanks to B10 and Andy. ~DT

Sangre opens the door normal and then he enters and close the door he had a cloak and he was hooded to hide his ears and face. He had a black cloak and then he had bare upper part of the body he had cloth like a fighter and he walked in. He did not like to talk to the surface people they were fools and he hated the big thing on the sky it was hurting his skin and made him almost blind. The surface was very light to his taste and they were very ugly. He sits down in a corner on a table and many did not notice him because he didn’t want to cause any problem. He had strangle and killed humans to get stuff and money he was looking for a good place to train his magic skill he was a good fighter and he could kill any human in few seconds but he wanted to advance his skill so he could turn off the big thing that was in the sky.
“Usstan ssrig'luin ulu ragar natha bwael m'elzar"
He said with low voice

Vence glanced at the man who entered in the corner of his eye, observing him. Somewhat enigmatic, but he wasn't afraid, or even nervous. He had his ideas on who the man was, and when he spoke, barely audible, it confirmed his speculations.

"Drow," he said softly. He never could understand their language, or their personalities, but he didn't mind; so long as they did him no harm, he would do them no harm.

Brushing the subject out of his mind, as if the man didn't exist, he once more picked up the small book and resumed reading from where he ended. He never got tired of reading, no matter what it was he was reading. After a few minutes, he silently walked up to the bar, not wanting to disturb the silence more than it needed to. placing a few Ikli on the table, he said in a lowered tone, "If you have any, tea would be good to have for me now." He gave a small smile as he waited patiently. He had the day to spare, untill tommorow morning when he had to resume training.

"Aye, It would be easier if not for the heat here. I've never been accustomed to it. I'd hate to feel how the Desolate Lands would feel on my back." It was true, honestly. He had lived in a temperate climate, leaning more toward the chill, living nearer to mountains. Because of so, he had learned how to brave the cold and gained his endurance and strength thus. As for speed, he would have to say from his mother; when she had been younger, she had been one of the fastest on the block, or so she had told him. He had been faster than that, as far as he knew, but he never said it out lound.

"Eventually I'll have to go there, at least once. But for now i prefer to stay here and grow used to the climate. As for the training, I think I'll pass in no time, but I think Deandric has something up his sleeve. He knows I can best the normal tasks, so he might do something special for me, or he may not."

"Of course. He has potential, Felix; that's his name. He's more accustomed to the bowstaff, but once he's completed warrior training, he can use that and go in for Weapons Master training. I think we'll be with each other for a long while."

He paused for a sip of his tea. It was still quite hot, but he didn't mind. The liquid, regardless of temperature, always refreshed him, and the caffeine gave him somewhat of a boost in energy.

I've known Deandric for a long time. Still, I guess your advice is worth taking. He can be unpredictable sometimes, when the time calls for it."

"Amen, and more." Vence took another drink from his cup before continuing. I am honored to be one of his students. From now on, I'll have to treat him as a teacher, not a friend. A challange for me, but I'm sure it will be beneficial."

"All too true," Was all Vence could say. Taking another sip of tea, and glanced over at the other man again.
"I wonder what he's here for. Before...he spoke as a drow. I recognize the language, but I didn't understand a word of it."

Sangre was sitting with his amulet and he was hearing exactly every word the humans said. He was listening very carefully because in that way he would not waist his time to kill another surface creature to get information. They were talking about a moonmaw and it was very interesting because he didn’t like them because his mother said that moonmaws are servant and slaves and they don’t have right to be on their own. He didn’t like the things they were saying about him. He took his amulet and looked to them under the hood with his red eyes.
“Usstan kat doerrus ghil ulu tai'luen dosst dron dhynen”