[ Cedrik's efforts have mended the usual decay that accompanies buildings in the harbor, but it's obvious that nothing here is new. There are slight gaps between the flagstones on the floor where bits of mortar have chipped away. Motes of dust hang in the air, mixing with the scent of the ocean. The bar top itself, while shining from a recent polish, shows signs of wear around the corners where the varnish has peeled.
Behind it, hanging from the wall between shelves of bottles and mugs, are two swords. One made of proper steel, a narrow-bladed zweihander, left for Cedrik by Puck. The other is oversized and made of black foam.
Cedrik himself is at one of the tables, looking over the ledger and the modest collection of names he's gathered so far. Long ears pick up the sound of the door opening and the quiet makes him wonder--
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Behind it, hanging from the wall between shelves of bottles and mugs, are two swords. One made of proper steel, a narrow-bladed zweihander, left for Cedrik by Puck. The other is oversized and made of black foam.
Cedrik himself is at one of the tables, looking over the ledger and the modest collection of names he's gathered so far. Long ears pick up the sound of the door opening and the quiet makes him wonder--
D's voice confirms his guess. ]
Well come, D! Pray, make yourself comfortable!