Sassaroth "Sass"
Dec 20, 2017
Roleplay
Deep within the townshire of Dustan beats the heart of the night. A small tavern weathered by time glows from within. The clap of hands and stomping of feet shares beat with drums, string, and flute. The sign upon the door bears the symbol of the loom with a dragon wrapped upon the wheel with a spindle in its mouth. The meaning to this sign has yet to be answered. Only the tavern master Sassaroth knows the real reason. He will happily agree to any theory, as long as it brings laughs and another order of drinks. The tavern master is an odd fellow. He putters from patron to patron in ever a flow of robes and wind. He stands of average height with bright blue eyes and long solid white hair that shimmers in the lantern light. He does not look old, yet there is a deep past in his eyes. At times he slips unto the corners deep within shadow and peers with blue eyes that seem to glow within the darkness. Rumor has it he is a mage of some great renown. But what wizard would be wetting tables with ale? No one really knows, and even less care. The town is happy, the spirits are following and not watered. If you obey the simple rules of the tavern, the owner Sassaroth will always have a ready crooked smile, instead of a cold heartless glare. The rules are simple. Pay for food and drink. Pay for your lodging. Do not upset the townfolk. Do hurt the tavern. As Sass would say. "Follow the simple rules and no one disappears." He always chuckles afterwards and gives his crooked smile, but the room always seems sightly darker as he laughs. Sass also says "None of the townfolk ever remember anyone breaking the rules. but then again, none of the townfolk ever remember anyone breaking the rules...." He then smiles and says no more about it. The door is unlocked the sign is glowing.... actually glowing. The Spindle Dragon Tavern is open. Sass waits for the daily customers.
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