Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
07.Jul.14, 02:23 PM
As per usual, as soon as the door opened to the tavern, Quilriana looked up from her task and sent a smile to the newest patron. It never mattered if she knew the person or not or if she liked them or not. Everyone was welcomed equally under their roof, even the ones that were clearly new to the area and hesitating in the doorway to either scan for a quiet location or a familiar face.
She could tell the man was a dragonrider almost instantly. For one thing, he wasn’t a face she had seen around the tavern before but he also carried himself differently as he walked across the floor to a vacant seat – in a quiet area off to the side, she noted with a slight smirk of amusement. There was a poise and confidence to him that most of the men that worked the fields or the smiths. He almost commanded attention and respect with it. That, or he simply didn’t know how to let loose and was under as much pressure as a shaken corked bottle. Thinking on it, Quilriana realised she had also described a Lordling with either scenario. Another glance was sent to the mystery man and she decided he was definitely a dragonrider and not a Lordling.
The empty glasses Quilriana had grabbed from another table were set down at the bar and a damp rag was picked up. She had her suspicions about what he was but she wouldn’t know for certain until contact was made and that was her job after all, at least, when she wasn’t helping in the kitchen. “Good evening, sir,” she greeted cheerfully with a bright smile before wiping down the table to make sure there wasn’t a sticky mess waiting for an arm to lean in. “Welcome to the Whetstone. Can I get you something to start with?”
She could tell the man was a dragonrider almost instantly. For one thing, he wasn’t a face she had seen around the tavern before but he also carried himself differently as he walked across the floor to a vacant seat – in a quiet area off to the side, she noted with a slight smirk of amusement. There was a poise and confidence to him that most of the men that worked the fields or the smiths. He almost commanded attention and respect with it. That, or he simply didn’t know how to let loose and was under as much pressure as a shaken corked bottle. Thinking on it, Quilriana realised she had also described a Lordling with either scenario. Another glance was sent to the mystery man and she decided he was definitely a dragonrider and not a Lordling.
The empty glasses Quilriana had grabbed from another table were set down at the bar and a damp rag was picked up. She had her suspicions about what he was but she wouldn’t know for certain until contact was made and that was her job after all, at least, when she wasn’t helping in the kitchen. “Good evening, sir,” she greeted cheerfully with a bright smile before wiping down the table to make sure there wasn’t a sticky mess waiting for an arm to lean in. “Welcome to the Whetstone. Can I get you something to start with?”
