As you enter the bar like normal it’s......very normal inside. No blueprints, not decorations, nothing. Just Blaze and Fox serving, with Blaze going into deep thought every once in a while.
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A burly man wrapped in a lair of fine furs a tunic, and a black cloak with silver linings walks into the bar. He has a enthusiastic grin on his face like a young warrior ready to celebrate his first victory, yet the look of many years of experience rests in his eyes. Strangely, this giant of a man wears pantaloons that seem to be made of a golden colored material, if not gold itself. He proudly wears a leather scabbard of elven designs with threads of gold weaved into it like a line of fire. All that can be seen of the sword that is sheathed in the scabbard is its hilt, which bears the likeness of a blue dragon, with its teeth clutching the blade and the cross guard representing the dragons wings. Strapped on his left side is a steel horned helmet as well as a silvered drinking horn. The man is also richly adorned with a golden amulet with a shimmering ruby in its center, as well as a set of red and silver rings. He approaches blaze at the bar, reaching for his horn as he does. “Hail, good barkeep. Wouldst thou do a service for me and fill my horn with the finest mead that you offer?”