OOC:
in the Cuckold Moose...
The lively tavern paused for a moment as Malethor made his presence known. His ghoulish face and dark demeanor sent chills down the spines of the weaker travelers. The barmaid noticed the goliath slam his finished drink on the table, however she avoided that direction to avoid the Revenant. Though the lot continued back to their drinks and grub, everyone held a stare from the corner of their eyes.
Ebri and Xhava blended well, despite Abranath's shout about the gods in the cleric's direction. The two ladies were the only other females in the tavern besides the barmaid. The corner table discouraged any drunkards' attention, but wandering eyes grew in numbers the later the night becomes.
Neverwinter and Eversprings are one of the few places you can find decent work. Though due to that fact, the amount of mercenaries and people migrating north has increased greatly. The area is known to be magic dense with hidden treasures throughout. Everyone wants their hands in the pot of gold which slows any real treasure hunting down.
The live band has stopped playing shortly after Malethor approached Skeinkaldr. They've began to pack up their bardic instruments with plans to grab some food before heading out. The kitchen at the Cuckold Moose runs late into the night.
OOC:
on the road to Eversprings...
The young vampire barmaid and the half-orc clean-cut mercenary continued along the flat road. The night did not slow their stride, feeling safer with the caravan's supplies already dropped off. Gellbran notices the amber glow coming from the town a short distance ahead; Eversprings. Aimee and him continued to chat, becoming more fairly familiar with each other as they neared the end of their journey to Eversprings.
The moon was climbing higher, sending a crisp light down to the land. The two would arrive at the Cuckold Moose within the hour, assuming they don't get side tracked.