The dining room is spacious with lots of seating and a few fireplaces to warm yourself up. You could face the main bartender who is a known stickler for the rules and carries a book full of races and their adult ages or steal from the trays of the generous bar maids. Behind the dining room is the kitchen where the food is prepared by experienced chefs. There are several doors in the kitchen; one leads to the cellar, one leads to the Scorching Salmon's small garden and farm, and one is used by hunters to bring fresh game into the kitchen.
The stairs lead to the second floor which is filled with rooms to rest your head in. Each room comes its own bath basin and complimentary toiletries.
One of the said hunters walked through the special back doors. A huntress, one of fox folk origin, carried a large buck on her shoulders and placed it on a table.
"A buck like you requested." There was a bulletin board by the entrance of the Scorching Salmon where the chefs posted commissions for ingredients they needed. The lead chef handed Robin 88g and thanked her, returning back to prepping breakfast. "No problem!", she said before walking into the dining room.
"A buck like you requested." There was a bulletin board by the entrance of the Scorching Salmon where the chefs posted commissions for ingredients they needed. The lead chef handed Robin 88g and thanked her, returning back to prepping breakfast. "No problem!", she said before walking into the dining room.
Ms.Fritz, the owner of the local Inn. was in today! With a glass of wine in hand... I feel as if she always has some nearby. "From the sound of it, someone has returned from a small venture... what was it, a hunt? Animals? Criminals?" She'd ask tilting her head before taking a sip of her wine, exuding a relatively comfortable aura as usual-
"The Scorching Salmon is having venison along with other meats for breakfast," the huntress said as she stopped by Ms. Fritz's table. Robin swapped a mug of mead from a tray with 5g.
((Now reading it, realizing scorching salmon is an Inn Wahhh Im cooked-))
"Well, I may as well some, Ive never had venison tho" She'd say, standing up, as her drinking buddies seemed to be saddened by her taking leave to ask one of the bar maids about where to order, to be honest its her first time here, Its just known she owns an Inn in Chestworks. A nearby city, with relatively overpriced rooms lmao
"Well, I may as well some, Ive never had venison tho" She'd say, standing up, as her drinking buddies seemed to be saddened by her taking leave to ask one of the bar maids about where to order, to be honest its her first time here, Its just known she owns an Inn in Chestworks. A nearby city, with relatively overpriced rooms lmao
"It is very popular amongst hunters."
Robin sat down at the table and watched as a barmaid came to Ms. Fritz's aid. "What can I get you, sugar?" The barmaid was a dwarf with a well groomed beard that was short yet long enough to show off the colorful beads braided into it. "Oh my stars, it is Ms. Fritz. You are even more beautiful in person."
Robin sat down at the table and watched as a barmaid came to Ms. Fritz's aid. "What can I get you, sugar?" The barmaid was a dwarf with a well groomed beard that was short yet long enough to show off the colorful beads braided into it. "Oh my stars, it is Ms. Fritz. You are even more beautiful in person."
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