Having
been born with a wild and untamable spirit the Innkeeper grew up a daring
adventurer, never sitting still nor keeping quiet - unless there was mead
involved. Then anything was on the table, including whatever parts of her you
were willing to pay for. She wasn’t the gentle type, but she never disappointed
either. That’s what those who acquired her services said (as a mercenary). She
was the finest hired hand around. But her tongue was what she was most famous for.
It had a way of exaggerating things. The whole world would have known her story
had they known which version(s) to believe. Few were ever witness to the feats of
her grandeur, thus it was impossible to tell truth from tall tale. Rumors of
her exploits ranged from her being a simple sailor to the pirate captain that
defeated the kraken and everything in between. It really depended on who you
asked.
Nevertheless, what is known for certain is that her adventuring spirit
eventually died out and she settled down. Not wanting to give up her past
completely though she started an inn. It was really more of a tavern with some
spare logging, but it served its purpose, allowing her the chance to interact
with other adventures, listen to bards, drink mead, and spend a few nights in
the beds of others. It was all she wanted, but it too grew stale.
By the time she reached thirty she
had been to every region on the globe except one. The Frozen Abyss had never
appealed to her and thus she never felt the urge to head north. But when news
spread of the mineral deposits that had been discovered and the founding of a
new city she could not resist. Her sense of adventure had been rekindled and
she headed straightaway to Kaltbury, eager to see what she had been missing all
these years.
But there was nothing there, nothing
of excitement anyways. In less than a month she had gone back to her innkeeper
ways, opening another of her style of inns. Jazmin’s Tavern she called it, naming
it after a persona she had used at countless bars and taverns during her early
adventurer days. It was not her real name, but it fit her nonetheless. And
being the only of its kind in Kaltbury, business at Jazmin’s Tavern prospered.
Anyone and everyone who paid a visit to the Frozen Abyss and the town of
Kaltbury found their way to Jazmin’s Tavern at some point during their stay. It
was inevitable being the only logging available. Currently the Innkeeper was
housing six full time residents and a continuous cycle of one-nighters. Of the six
everyday guests she had really only gotten to know the Librarian and the Poet.
Both either had or knew stories that intrigued her and they were interested in
her travels as well. They spent much of their time talking about the past,
whether be it through literature or experience. Through each other they learned
that there was a lot about this world that they either didn’t know or failed to
realize before reaching the Frozen Abyss. It was somewhat enlightening, but not
all of these newfound revelations could remain positive. Some had to go sour.
And the Innkeeper and her guests were about to discover just how sour they
could get…
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