[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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It seemed like coffee was the order of the day, Galahad concluded as the others chimed in on the idea of visiting coffee shops. He couldn't lie, taking rest when it came was important, and it wasn't as though Galahad was partial to coffee himself- who knows when they'd be able to come back after all. They might die in Osprey, what with the Valheim out there. The opinions were varied, a few seemed excited at the idea, while others- like Leifur seemed less enthused. Galahad couldn't help but chuckle as the gruff viera commented on how the coffee shops here couldn't have been [i]that[/i] different from one another.

[color=lightblue]"Well, Leifur, you'd be right and wrong about that."[/color] Galahad commented, [color=lightblue]"Since all of these shops are more or less in competition with each other, a lot of them will try to stand out from the crowd with all manner of gimmicks and novelties. Unfortunately, they often eschew quality in pursuit of said novelties. As a result, they all start feeling rather samey- they're tourist traps, really."[/color]

Glancing over at the coffee shop that Neve had pointed out, Galahad nodded approvingly. [color=lightblue]"It appears our Neve has an eye for quality,"[/color] Galahad chuckled, [color=lightblue]"My local opinion says that the best shops are the homier ones, that don't try to wow you with Dragonscale infused beans or Cactaur-nettle blends- like this one."[/color]

The coffee shop in question, was a hospitable, if small little building, built mostly of faded brick and warm woods. A sign above the door noted the shop's name as "Mara & Malen's". Most of its seating consisted of outdoor seating, both outside the shop by the street, and on the second floor and its adjoining balcony. The main floor itself displayed itself mostly as a storefront. Low shelves and tables laden with freshly baked breads, cakes and pastries formed a small aisle that one could take a tray and walk through, picking out what they wanted before reaching the coffee bar and till. The coffee bar in question was a mess of grinders and coffee machines, with quaint menus and prices listed out on hand written boards on the wall.

A short, older mystrel woman with prominent grey streaks in her hair waved at them as Arton pulled the door open, the scent of fresh bread and coffee cutting clean through whatever stench was lining the streets. [color=khaki]"Welcome to Mara & Malen's."[/color] The woman greeted warmly, [color=khaki]"Ah! Lord Caradoc, what a pleasant surprise! Welcome, make yourself at home."[/color]

Galahad nodded and smiled faintly at the woman as he ducked beneath the admittedly low frame of the door, gesturing towards the rest of the party to enter as well. [color=lightblue]"Hello there Mara, I've brought a few companions with me today, go ahead and add them to my tab."[/color]

[color=lightblue]"I recommend the flan,"[/color] Galahad commented to Arton idly as they waited for the rest of the party.