The bellowing of the men's laughter as they slammed their mazers against one another, collided with the loud voices of the giggling ladies as their hands snuck into the men's garments in a sensuous manner, rubbing them off the coins they had carefully tucked away before they came,
The music struggled with all the noise, still managing to be defined in its melodious combination, over the loud conversation, as the scantily dressed ladies on the stage, floor, and tables, danced to it.
This was the Tavern.
A place far from the Capital's Market Square, and hidden away.
Life here was different from the life of the people closest to the Square.
Here it was music, it was alcohol, it was sex, it was violence.
It was easy to kill someone here and get away with it.
The Tarvern was a safe place for many atrocities, having only one major rule to be followed - Whatever happened the Tarvern, stayed in the Tarvern.
