Esmeralda sits in her odd bowl shaped chair stroking her familiar Darkmoon who purs so loudly she can be hear all through the Tavern room.
It is a slow day at "The Lonely Inn" but it is after all the first day of spring and many have yet to venture far from their winter quarters. All the windows of the Inn are open allowing the fresh scented breeze to drive out the last of winter's scents.
Amora is busy as usual humming as she dances around the room, she is happy as are all her sisters who've shaken off their winter sleep.
For now the Inn is empty and Esmeralda and her girls the sole occupants but even so this eve as always there will be song and dance as if the rooms were all filled and the tables bustling

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Far away in Helmshire the King ponders information brought to his ear by one of his spies.

In Alvedeer keep high in the Misty Mountains Lord So'Let thinks of his up coming marriage

Far out to Sea The Fox's ship Golden Comet gives chase to another Pirate of the Sea of Shattered Star.

Along a path meandering through the Greenwood prances Vic Pickles playing his pipes as he kicks up his hairy feet an dreams of Moonbeam brew.

On the King's Highway a pall of smoke rises above the trees as the last screams of a dying caravan fade away

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