Inside, laughter lasted a note too long. Floorboards gleamed without a trace of dirt, cupboards untouched by dust as if the tavern had been cleaned tenfold. The ale was too rich in color than it had any right to be, the food too fat and satisfying for any common farmer to produce.

The smells of enrichening food could only be described as heighteningly addictive, the oak woods interior aroma matched of nostalgic childhood holiday memories. Colors seemed more saturated and lively as the taverns lanterns did not burn your sense of sight but massaged instead. The clinks of glass cups did not violently vibrate and more-so sung ever gently into the background.

Outside the barn animals behaved well without sound and slight movement. Cows did not stink nor was the grass eaten or treaded on. Chicken coops were still, hay beddings too neat. Pigs laid peacefully with their eyes fully open, blinking ever so slowly.

The weather was screamfully perfect without a buzzing insect in sight. At surface level there was no wind to bother anyone. Clouds above were shaped heavenly and only seemed to move when looked at.

The tavern patrons welcomed strangers and one another continuing their daily routines. Gnomes ordered their morning eggs at the high stooled bar. Sharp eared fae conversed with each other, breaking bread with friends. Beast-kin of all shapes and sizes sat, some would be graciously singing, some would be dancing with their mates.

In the far left corner of the tavern was an empty table where the adventurers guild wanted to meet together.

Eva Briar

Eva Briar entered the Stillrest Inn. SHe fixed her glasses as she scanned the inn's interior. She felts like there's something weird, but she couldn't put her finger on what it is. Her thought was interupted when a figure bumped into her on their way in.

It's Cipher, a green armored figure that is technically her sentient armor, but she just let it walks like regular person. It just felts safer, and she thought it would deter people with bad intention if she had an armored knight following her. It's just Cipher was clumsier than she thought and kept bumping things on accident.

Both of them sat on the designated corner while waiting for the others to gather. Eva put her arms against the table and leaned on it with a serious expression on her face.

"There's something strange happening here and I think I know what it is..." She talked to Cipher, who eagerly bodded and waited for Eva to continue.

"It is... there's no beer on my hand. Here, go buy me some beer." Eva handed Cipher some coins, should be enough to buy one or two cups. The armor immediately went to the bartender and tried its best to explain what Eva wants by doing gesture of someone drinking from a barrel. Cipher can't talk afterall so this was probably their best attempt at explaining.

Titles: [Prime - Mundane], Educated [Church's Executioner]

The elderly priest had been peregrining for quite a bit. After having helped free the villagers from the clutches of goblins, he had been trying to get a better lay of the land as well as the culture of those who inhabited it. Behind it, however, was the ever-incessant war (both spiritual and physical) against the unholy.

With one wizened hand, Johannes pushed the door of the Inn open, attentive eyes scanning the room behind the red-tinted glasses. He stood at the threshold for a moment longer before finally walking in. With each step, the silver pectoral cross and crucifix shifted slightly above the black cassocks. He stopped for a moment as soon as he saw Cipher gesticulating to the bartender, analyzing the machine.

He had seen many strange things ever since coming into that very world, but even he knew how to promptly know man-made things. "Interesting..." The man murmured.

He continued, however, until he reached the table at the corner, finding Eva there. "Are you with the guild as well?" He asked before pulling a chair and taking his seat at the table. Only then did Johannes finally remove the capello romano from his head, placing the hat at his side on the table. To say he looked old was an understatement.

"Is that automated armor yours? He asked Eva.