"Here ye, here ye! Ignorant are the humes who know not what walks in their presence! When provoked it shall wreak havoc."
~Tasmiya Shaik
CITY OF EIZGÁR
Britstar Tavern
Sunday
10:36 a.m
Torches lit in abundance out lined the tavern, and flickered to the sound of jovial melodies orchestrated by young hume brats. Curious by nature, the fat bar wench, slid from side to side behind her confined space stocked with barrels of liquor. Her cleavage thrust forth, and the only quite attention-grasping aspect was her teeth that would have far surpassed a sailor with scurvy. Her masculine cackle reverberated with the jeers of drunk men who knew no boundaries the ale.
