Literature
LINKS - Chapter 1 - Broken Chain
LINKS - Chapter 1 - Broken Chain
There were only three taverns in the town of Lillyvale, and of all of them, the Old Crow was the least reputable. It was a tired old place, the glasses permanently fogged from decades of use, and the creaky, splintering floor marked with a patchwork of stains. It was the kind of establishment where exhausted men would come to drink after a long day in the fields, the river, or perhaps the docks, sitting on chairs and stools whose seats were furrowed from use. An old rifle hung above the bar, it's long barrel covered in spiderwebs. The spark rune embedded in the grip glowed only very weakly, age, neglect, and lack of use having nearly drained its power completely.
A long iron bar was bolt to the north wall where slaves could be collared while their masters drank. Of course, it had been years since anyone wealthy enough to own a slave had visited the Crow, and the flickering lamplight cast eerie shadows of the empty, rusted chains