The Black Flagoon

It felt like days had passed on the road to Cardamom, I kept my hood up most of the way. I managed to escape with my hunting gear and a bit of rations but that would only last so long. It was storming out and I didn't reach Cardamom until later that afternoon. I would give anything for a drink. I looked up to the villages welcome sign, as I pulled my cloak tighter around my chest. "This is the place my father spoke of." I thought to myself as I pressed on through the thick mud now puddling around my ankles.

Moments later I stumbled upon what seemed like the towns pub and on an old ragged wooden sign it read "The Black Flagoon". Classic tavern music could be heard right outside its windows, I wipped my long soaked dark hair out of face and continued through its front doors.

The room was dimly lit, and every table was filled wall to wall with all sorts of different creatures from flighting fairies zooming chasing each other around in the air to change-lings dancing gracefully on the center stage. I made my way to back and sat in corner stool at the bar. Dripping wet I settled down and asked the barkeep for a tall ale.

"Ye aren't from around these parts, are ye? The names Zebar. What brings ye to this town?" The giant behind the counter asked me.

I kept my hood pulled over my head and starred into the mug he had handed me, contemplating what to say back to the man with the long white beard.

"I am but a passer by, nothing more nothing less, thank you for your hospitality." I replied in a low voice as I took a long sip from my cup.

Thunder crackled loudly overhead right as two figures busted through The Black Flagoon's front doors.