![]() Depending on how we proceed he may or may not choose to share stories with you that would build a narrative. I’d like to leave this open ended on how we could continue this roleplay but I am not looking for a big action adventure, there could be a bit of action but my goal with this roleplay is for you to attempt to befriend this character and possibly find out more about him. Your adventurer pondered what kind of man the tavern keep was behind closed doors and decided you would attempt one lonely night to get him to share a bit about himself. Wiping his hands off on his apron as he attended happily to each patron and never seemed to have a bad day, cooking and preparing each meal by himself all while serving everyone their drinks with a masterful grace. Though their was always a bit of longing in his dark brown eyes as you’d glance over at him occasionally between drinks and noticed his spaced out gaze fall upon the shelf of old items. A olive skinned half elf with medium length dark hair that fluffed up a bit and waves extended over his face, sporting a neatly trimmed chin strap beard that connected into his sideburns and a very warm smile to show whenever he could. Unlike other keeps you had met along your adventures he was fairly young, or suppose that’s what he appeared as. Oh! Yes! How could you forget the tavern keeper, he was part of the reason you loved to come here too outside of the environment. Something about these items along with the carvings of an incredibly detailed tree seemed to peak your interest but you never chose to ask the tavern keep. What was insanely interesting were the collection of prizes along the back self past the drinks, there were what looked to be an eldritch beings skull, a very old metallic glove, a beautifully cared for rapier with a golden leaf pattern carved into it, an old and broken mandolin, and what looked to be a shattered handle to some weapon you couldn’t make out. Along with beautifully trimmed Ivy growing along the windows which added a bit of privacy. The inside of the tavern was an incredibly calming atmosphere, flowers of different arrangements strung all around the bar and surrounding environment. Situated in a quiet part of the city and illuminated with lanterns of magical ember that would change colors every so often. The Violet Rose was it’s name and it had been in your city for as long as you could remember growing up. Your exhausted adventurer and their party (they could be alone too) decide to stop in at your city’s favorite tavern.
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