[center][color=FFCE00][h2][u]The Soft Haven Bounty House[/u][/h2][/color][/center]

[center][sub]14th of the Full Autumn Moon, 1698 P.A.
Mid morning - Clear Skies[/sub][/center]
[center][sub][@Hero][@Trainerblue192][@Obscene Symphony][@Scribe of Thoth][@McMolly][/sub][/center]

The bridge was constructed of gray stone and the larger sections of the waist high parapet wall that supported the lamp posts created false balconies along the edge, a fact the designer clearly took advantage of. A diamond pattern snaked along the edges of the bridge, offering a small glimpse into the lake beyond for the shorter folk. Wrought iron lamp posts flanked the bridge at ten pace intervals. These tall, slender rods ended in a glass bubble typical of the Wilree street lamps but seemed empty, entirely devoid of wick, candle, or other contraption on which to hold a flame. If someone looked closely, they may even notice the glass seemed to grow out of the iron as if someone had simply blended the two materials together like a painter blending colors. 

The water of the lake was still and murky. A faint few shadows of fish could be made out beneath the surface but not much more, except strange colors that seemed to dot the shallower waters barely six paces off the shore. Brief poppings of red and yellow and blue and green shimmered dully beneath the surface before they faded, repeating across the visible portions of the lake. The brief displays revealed a strange branching pattern, much like a small bush, the color followed before it dissipated. 

Jenson’s snoring came to an abrupt halt. He jerked forward, bottle forgotten and spear clutched as it swung wildly in front of him. His eyes barely cracked open as he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like [b][i]“Fuckin’ horses”[/i][/b] and then slouched back in his chair, snoring resuming.