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[quote][b]Solenis (Jan 01, 2005 03:57 p.m.):[/b] The Red Shell Tavern is one of the oldest buildings in Guildsport. Like Guildsport, it has had many owners and has never really known a quiet night. Tonight is no exception, and with the influx of hands from the incoming caravans and the celebrations for those about to depart the bar is doing a brisk business. Merchants in rich colors and craftsmen in working drab huddle in their own groups on either side of each of the two large wooden rooms, and the others - the caravan workers, the sailors and the other miscellaneous transients - form their own small inclusions in the middle and the corners. The patrons easily number more than two hundred, and the conversation is a constant dull roar. The room is dim despite the extensive candlework, but the Red Shell is of sufficient class that the candles are attended and replaced as they go out and heated waxtroughs collect the remnants so they don't land on the patrons. Barmaids shove their way through the throng with relatively polite force to deliver drinks, and those who don't like shouting to attract their scant attention hunch at the bar itself, a long scratched affair that nevertheless bears a well-worn shine. The bar also serves as a place for those interested in hiring or being hired, and a significant section of the stools are occupied. Mercenary soliders, craftsmen and laborers - as well as several others whose occupations are less apparent - decorate a significant section of the bar. Some are approached and move off to tables in company. Not all of the out-of-towners sit at the bar. At one of the edge of the northern room a dark haired woman and her rangy male companion lounge, drinking with the comfort that comes from long practice. In the center of the same room, a young woman in a hooded riding cloak looks shyly at her surroundings while an older woman who appears to be with her talks in a low, clipped language to a merchant seated with them. A few tables away from them a pair of lads not quite out of their teens with large packs on the benches beside them talk and giggle together and cast glances of guilty interest at the barmaids. Another man of indeterminate age and closed expression sits against the wall that separates the north room from the south and does not appear to notice the drink in front of him, though his hand remains around the handle.[/quote]
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