Return To Redcliffe I [Open] Aug 10, 2019 10:06:24 GMT -5
Post by Aliana on Aug 10, 2019 10:06:24 GMT -5
4 August, 9:44 Dragon - Midday
Business was anything but booming. In recent months, Bella grew concerned that she might have to shut down the tavern. When most took up in the new village, they all but forgot about Old Redcliffe; the site of a great battle against darkspawn during the Fifth Blight. Most of the buildings fell to disrepair since those days. The Warden's Rest still stood, however, like the last stubbornly surviving tree in a dead forest. Old Redcliffe saw some activity, in recent times, when Gereon Alexius ousted locals from the newer Redcliffe from their homes only when the Inquisition ousted the Tevinter magister in turn, and the displaced left Old Redcliffe once more, things went back to a state of doldrums. Bella rarely visited new Redcliffe, save for short trips to its market or chantry.
The Warden's Rest, despite its name, was little more than a roadhouse now. Bella's most frequent customers were all veterans of the Fifth Blight, most of whom were drunks. She didn't hold that against them. While Aedan Cousland had helped them save the village of those days, many still lost loved ones in the fray. It was no wonder most villagers opted to start over. Bella, though, wasn't one of them. She felt tied to the land. She stayed for sentimental reasons, most of all.
It was while wiping down the wooden tables of the tavern for the tenth time, that Bella hadn't taken notice to a new arrival. A tall, hooded figure stood in the open doorway of the Warden's Rest. The few patrons who idled in Bella's tavern likewise paid him little to no mind. That seemed to suit the man well enough. After surveying the room, he strode in and took a seat aside one of the empty corner tables away from the tavern's windows. Bella only noticed him when he brushed by her.
Leaving her cleaning rag on the surface of one of the tables, Bella firstly wiped her hands on her apron and secondly made to approach the newest patron of the establishment. "Welcome to the Warden's Rest," she told him, dully. It was a short speech she'd repeated too many times over the years. Other than the odd veteran, her other customers were usually tourists hoping to gawk at the skeleton of Old Redcliffe for novelties sake alone. "The site of one of the Hero of Ferelden's great victories. What can I get you?"
Bella went on to list the novelty named ales the tavern provided. "Ogre's Draught? Shriek's Malt?" She wiped her hands on her apron a second time. "Broodmother's Brew is also popular," she lied. It wasn't popular. At all.