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The Bird and Baby’s Tavern
Coghill
Southeastern Archenland


This room echoes with a nearly constant din as voices rise and fall in conversation. An atmosphere of warmth and cheer predominates, and the walls have been painted a dark red. There are several tables for diners; many line the wall to provide for more private discussions. A board hangs in a highly visible location; it pays tribute to the history of the dining room and includes sketches of some of its more well known denizens. A menu, written out by hand, indicates what selections are being served. If the aromas emanating from the kitchen beyond are any evidence, the food is certain to please. In the back is a smaller room where isolated gatherings can be held.


Lanisen stands back a way from the bar, considering the pricelist. He finally asks for a bowl of rabbit stew, pays up, and turns to look for a table.

Abrielle walks into the tavern from the direction of the kitchen, sneaking past Clift as she does so.
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The Bird and Baby’s Tavern
Coghill — Southeastern Archenland


This room echoes with a nearly constant din as voices rise and fall in conversation. An atmosphere of warmth and cheer predominates, and the walls have been painted a dark red. There are several tables for diners; many line the wall to provide for more private discussions. A board hangs in a highly visible location; it pays tribute to the history of the dining room and includes sketches of some of its more well known denizens. A menu, written out by hand, indicates what selections are being served. If the aromas emanating from the kitchen beyond are any evidence, the food is certain to please. In the back is a smaller room where isolated gatherings can be held.


A son of adam in Calormene attire (Sehsis) enters the tavern, quickly closing the door behind himself and brushing away some of the raindrops, muttering under his breath about the annoying unpredictability of northern weather.

Lanisen sits at a table near a window, hands cupped around a hot mug of tea, weather-watching and people-watching. He glances toward the Calormene with mild interest, careful not to stare too much.
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Coghill General Goods
Coghill — Southeastern Archenland


This shop has a bright, cheerful look about it. It is made up of just one room. The stone walls and floor are well kept, but show enough signs of wear to indicate that they’ve been here for generations. There is a wide door in one wall and a shuttered window in each of the others, large enough to let in plenty of light and air on pleasant days. All four walls are lined with shelves, and every surface, it seems, is piled with the sorts of goods one might need to go about life in Coghill. The air carries any number of nice smells–peppermint and leather and lumber and spices. Neighborly chatter can be heard from the townspeople as they go about their business.

Opposite the door, a sturdy wooden counter runs the entire width of the room. A pricelist is nailed to the front, and a portly, jolly looking Son of Adam presides behind it. Nearby rests the foot of a stone staircase leading up to the floor above.


A daughter of eve with a red streak in her brown hair (Abrielle) looks around at the shelves of goods. Her hair is pulled up into a messy up-do and some parts are falling into her face which is dotted here and there with flour. She seems really happy as she asks the shopkeeper questions. “Forst, do you have any mutton or will I have to go somewhere else?” He comes closer and they begin their conversation about mutton.

Lanisen steps into the shop, casting a quick glance around to get the lay of the place and a feel for the clientele. He approaches the counter, and studies the pricelist for a minute, then turns away to do some quick counting of the contents of his money pouch.
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