Post by akiva on Jun 14, 2010 19:27:41 GMT -5
She walked up the stone steps , looking up to the velvet curtains hanging over the door. She had heard much about this place from fellow adventurers, whom she would occasionally travel with. In the midst of the lower city of the old Draenei capital of Shattrath, World's End Tavern was bound to hold a host of uncommon folk from all areas of the world. As for herself, Akiva had never been to Shattrath, but had been sent here on a quest to find a shady character by the name of Allestor.
She stepped through the open door, which was more or less just a tall stone archway, to a surprisingly warm setting. The bartender looked up and raised a glass to her. She looked around for an empty table, most were full, yet there were some in the corners that had not been taken yet. She chose a table in one of the back corners and sat down, placing her small pack and her shield beside her. A skinny Draenei waitress danced up to her, offering her a plate of bread and wine. She took some of both, leaving a few silver coins on the plate in their stead. The waitress smiled and danced away to another table.
A band of orcs carrying various instruments stumbled into the tavern. They took about fifteen minutes clumsily putting their band's set together and began playing a heavy sort of music that she had never heard, compared to the Night Elves serene taste. It must be something tribal, she figured.
She called a waitress over to her.
"What can I get for ya lass?" the waitress asked with strange accent about her.
"A pint of ale and as big of a steak as you can manage," she replied. She had been starved on her journey across the outlands. The waitress hurried off to get her order.
Just as soon as the waitress had left, the band got quiet and the crowd of people dotted around the room began to get louder. She looked around for what was causing the commotion, and her eyes fixed on the figure in the doorway...
She stepped through the open door, which was more or less just a tall stone archway, to a surprisingly warm setting. The bartender looked up and raised a glass to her. She looked around for an empty table, most were full, yet there were some in the corners that had not been taken yet. She chose a table in one of the back corners and sat down, placing her small pack and her shield beside her. A skinny Draenei waitress danced up to her, offering her a plate of bread and wine. She took some of both, leaving a few silver coins on the plate in their stead. The waitress smiled and danced away to another table.
A band of orcs carrying various instruments stumbled into the tavern. They took about fifteen minutes clumsily putting their band's set together and began playing a heavy sort of music that she had never heard, compared to the Night Elves serene taste. It must be something tribal, she figured.
She called a waitress over to her.
"What can I get for ya lass?" the waitress asked with strange accent about her.
"A pint of ale and as big of a steak as you can manage," she replied. She had been starved on her journey across the outlands. The waitress hurried off to get her order.
Just as soon as the waitress had left, the band got quiet and the crowd of people dotted around the room began to get louder. She looked around for what was causing the commotion, and her eyes fixed on the figure in the doorway...