Xelostead

you enter the tavern, the dim lightof oil lamps and candles flicker on the walls. You decide to sit at a far table in a dark corner, and watch the happeneings of the public that enters. A barhand lays a drink next to you hand, his old face wrickles in a smile yer new here, y'are? Best keep an eye out lad. Thugs 'n theives own this town's night. Welcome to Xelostead he winks before heading back to the counter. An Elf woman in a cloak and mask sits in solitary while three roughnecks play cards