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The Tavern Is a large Stone structure that looks to be 2 stories high however the ground floor is a solid rock!

When you enter the main Double door 20 foot high doors you are greeted by a Entry that is 30 feet by 30 feet by 80 feet high with 4 large Braziers lighting it and large glass walls to the left and right of a large grand stair case. At the top of the 20 foot long stair case there is flanking Braziers of the same size of the entry ones..

In front of you When you reach the top of the Steps is a 10 foot landing with paths to the left and right leading to the main room and stairs up to a Inn keeps Desk. Here you will pay for a room if you wish a sign above the desk reads "1 Gold coin for room and board. 5 silver for just food and drink check weapons at the door"

In The main room you will see 4 Grand fireplaces . one in each corner of the room. This main room measures 80 feet wide by 100 feet long by 60 feet high and has 6 large one sided dineing tables and a Nobles table at the top of the room. with 8 Braziers lighting the room down the center. 3 tables to each side of Hall. with 6 Seats per normal Table and 3 Seats for the noble table. one seat the size of a large dragon.

To the Right and left of this room is a door that leads to a L shaped hall that is 10 feet wide and long enough to have 3 rooms that are 20 by 15 feet and 1 room that is 25 by 20 feet. these are rooms for rent in the tavern. and they are mirrored left and right of the main building.

The tavern is fed by the Servants who man the fire pits who are constantly cooking large amounts of stew soups and roasted pork and Deer.

The walls and Glass windows all look Aged and full of history the windows having pictures of Dragon related adventures and the Grand window behind the Noble table has an image of the Village's Patron Dragon Lord Drago.

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Red Stars = Braziers
Gray Circles = PIllors
Orange Square = Long Tables
Dash lines and Box brackets = Chairs
Light Blue = Windows
Red sections with dashes in them = Fireplaces
Dark Blue Square in rooms =Desk
Jacob was awestruck at the magnificent tavern, as he had never seen anything like it before. He whistled. “Good gravy,” he said to himself. “This place is huge.”

He cautiously walked into the room, uneasy of his surroundings. There were too many places for… unsavory folk to creep up on him. He walked up the stairs and went to the left. He looked around for any other signs of life.
A Service Wench from the Closest fire place yells out "Find yourself a place to sit and someone will bring you a menu welcome to The Prancing Dragon. named after an interesting event in our town's history" She turn turns back to the fire and continues to baste the roast pig on the spit over the roaring fire.

Around the room there are people sitting in clumps talking or sitting at tables eating from ornately carved stone plates. Many look human and well fed some look like Gnomes and others look like Elven folk. Then there are Men in Dragon Scale Armor that look like they been working the kings road all night long and are resting in the town's Oldest Tavern.

If one Listens closely there are rumors floating about of a Visit from Drago.. but no one seems to have any knowledge as to if this is true or not. Rumor has it his Bailiff Fled town with a kings ransom in gold and the dragon lord of this territory is mighty angry.
Exhausted from several days' aimless travel, Or Kilasi, in human guise, meanders up the road to the tavern, stopping outside and heaving a sigh. Life has been grueling, the past month: His mate had been killed, their once safe home left desecrated, the woods he loved razed to the ground. And here was Or, left with nothing to do but get as far from the perpetrators as possible, and move on. Considering a human form to be the most viable option left, Or had traveled the entire way on foot, unable to take the human liberty of a horse, since the creatures always saw through his appearance; it was as though their equine senses could penetrate deep to his dragon heart, and hear it beating.

Regardless, Or was shivering with cold, residually wet from crossing a river, and hungry beyond belief. The tavern seems respite enough, though a voice nags him to move on and find a nice spot to settle down for a few days among the trees. He attempts to ignore it and heads through the large double doors, checking his bow and daggers and heading up to the main hall.

The scent of cooking food quickly reassures the disguised dragon, and Or finds someplace to hunker down, leaning back in his seat and observing the other patrons, listening in on a conversation and growing intrigued by this Drago creature. He wonders just how powerful such a dragon could be, though any concerns are instantly abated as the menu is handed to him. He orders the venison and waits, hoping to hear more rumors.
A Server walks up to Or's Table with a large platter of thinly sliced Venison and a pint of Warmed Ale and sets it down in front of him "enjoy your meal sir" she says before walking off to do other tasks like refilling goblets for other patrons.

A Group of King Guard are talking in the back corner of the room standing by one of the Braziers Talking loudly amongst themselves as if no one can hear them "I hear the Bailiff took nearly 3 chests full of gold from the dragon's horde before leaving town" one of the guards says. Another replies "nah it must of only been a chest. no way could that wimp get away with more considering how fast dragons can fly.". The first Guard laughs and nods "well no mater what it for sure has the old guy in a rage... think i heard the watch saying that he took off from that mountain fortress of his pretty fast" Their voices carry across the room over the din of everything else. These men should know better but they are drunk and off duty.

A Bard can be heard going up and down the Tables singing little songs for the Tavern Attendees and he sings of the might of Old Nordacia before the Red dragon sacked it some 700 years ago. He sings about how the Nordacia they know now is only a shadow of it's former days. and sings of How against all Struggle Their Patron Drago protected the Valley from the hardships of the downfall of Nordacia.
Receiving the food and tucking in, Or keeps his ears open, wondering whether the Bailiff truly succeeded at stealing three chests. The guardsmen weren't wrong about the speed, but if the traitor could have gotten away with a single chest, Or figures it's probable that he could've gotten away with a couple more. He considers getting up to speak with them, until he sees an anxious looking man wandering by, seemingly looking for a table.

"You know, you can sit here, if you'd like," he flatly says to Jacob Wright, turning around to look at him whilst gesturing widely toward the table. "You seem shy."
Jacob jumped, not expecting Or to acknowledge him. If he provided no mental defenses, he could passively hear his very surface thoughts. "Um, I, uh, don't know you very well," he stammered. "I don't know if-" he gulped. "If you're gonna... hurt me." His gray eyes filled with uncertainty. He scooted away from Or, avoiding his thoughts if he heard them.

He sat huddled in his seat, trying to keep from being noticed. His eyes darted around, looking for any signs of danger. He held his head in his hands, running his fingers through his disheveled black hair. He began trembling.
The service workers around the tavern constantly are going from firepit to fire pit and table to table filling wine and ale goblets and dishing out slices of fine meat.

The general talk in the Tavern is The Upcoming Arrival of the Dragon after nearly 200 years since he last came down from the mountain. many are thinking its a myth. a legend but the elves in the room are saying its true as they where there when it happened.

One human about 20 years old yells at an Elf "I don't care what you pointy eared savages say there is no bloody dragon... the last dragon was Ruggus the Red and that was 600 years ago when he sacked Nordacia's capital and burned her fields. we still not back to how we where back then. you blasted non humans everywhere. distroying our way of life..."

Just then a Kings guard walks up behind the Human and slaps him upside the head "the zenofobic ways of the empire died with the empire save that talk for your home or spend a few nights in a cage!" he yells at the human and walks off.
Jacob stood and approached the man and the guard. "Why don't we all just try and get along here?" He gestured at the man. "I know your opinions are... well, your opinions, but I think it's better that you be kind to others. How would you feel if elves talked about humans like that?" He shrugged and walked back to his table.
The Zenophobic man smirks at Jacob "the only good elf is a dead elf" he barks before walking off to get another mug of dark ale.
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The guard looks at Jacob "best not mess with that one Son." The guard says sadly "He from one of the Old Human families that used to rule Nardacia. he thinks that because of his blood he should be in charge" He then Nods "welcome to Eastern Approach or As the Local refer to this valley Drago's Nest. Yes the Rumurs are true. there is a mighty dragon named Drago who watches over the place....Ah.... i guess that may be him landing out in the Market from the sounds of things"

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