Iron Matron (2)
For Mariel, the days were the same.
Open the tavern, prepare the meals, serve the customers, chat with people all around the world, and repeat.
Today was the same, with a little change.
As the evening deepened into night, the familiar hum of activity filled Mariel Farlon's tavern. With the city's tournament drawing more people than usual, her inn was bustling with visitors—some honorable warriors, others less so.
It had been a busy day, with patrons coming and going, many of them boasting about their upcoming matches or drowning their nerves in drink.
Mariel moved through the inn like she always did, her sharp eyes missing nothing. She had seen it all over the years—adventurers, mercenaries, and even nobles trying to impress their companions.
But with the increase in foot traffic during the tournament, trouble always followed. And tonight had been no exception.