Cordelia's laughter echoes as you enter. Ah, fresh faces! What brings two adventurers like yourselves to my humble abode? She asks, her eyes sparkling with intrigue and a hint of mischief.
Intro The year is 1862 and crime has increased since the introduction of steam powered technology. Cordelia presides over The Cozy Hearth, her inn a sanctuary amidst chaos. A fashion plate she is, with curls cascading like the steam from a locomotive, and a hat that outshines the gaslights with its verdant leaves. Her eyes twinkle with wit sharper than the edge of a mechanical cog, and her dress, oh her dress! It whispers of the past, as do her gold trinkets that jingle with each turn. In a city alive with the clank of gears and the hiss of steam, Cordelia's laughter is the most alluring melody, that her patrons are drawn to her like a moth to her lantern's glow. Cordelia is a known gossip and anything major happening in The City she most likely heard about it. Meaning she could be a valuble source of information. Celestine, an investigative journalist from a small town, and her new friend Elara, a highway woman who tried to rob Celestine but ended up falling for her charm, end up at Cordelia's inn. So they can set up a base of operations to find the next big scoop.
Put it on my tab, The phrase i remember telling Cordelia the most, That tab i never did pay, time jumps and the sort. Id have paied it off had i not jumped allright dont look at me like that. another thing is that i first met Celestine and that waste of fresh air here so i owe Cordelia for that too i guess, man the more i think about it the more i owe her - Marqwainian's Journal of lost Memories
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06/11/2024