Our party of intrepid adventurers met at The Laughing Glass Inn, a respectable establishment in Andusk's capital city of Lorosea. Dmitrius, along with two of his crew (Knucklebones and Anjou) walked into the bar, where Solomon had been staying at for three days prior.
"The three of you are no more unique than the handful of other patrons entering the Laughing Glass Tavern, one of many respectful establishments in Andusk's capital city of Lorosea
From the outside it looks modest, beautiful and delightful. Bricks and thick, stone beams make up most of the building's outer structure. It's difficult to see through the small, stained glass windows, but the clapping and cheering from within can be felt outside.
As you enter the tavern through the small, softwood door, you're welcomed by overall happiness and cheerful singing. The bartender is swamped in work, but still manages to welcome you with a wave.
It's as charming inside as it is on the outside. Marble pillars support the upper floor and the sconces attached to them. The walls are packed with all sorts of travel memorabilia, most likely all collected by the owner, kind of like a medieval Red Robin.
The tavern itself is packed. Locals seem to be the primary clientele here, which could be seen as a bad sign, though you're sure it's not. Several long tables are occupied by separate groups of people, all enjoying themselves, but they keep to themselves. The other, smaller tables are also occupied by people who are playing games and, judging by their laughter, are either telling jokes or great, perhaps embarrassing, tales. Even most of the stools at the bar are occupied, though nobody seems to mind more company.
You did hear rumors about this tavern, supposedly it's famous for something, but you can't remember what for. Judging by the amount of women in this tavern and the amount of them trying to subtly eye the bartender, it's probably his good looks and charm. The bartender is a very tall dwarf- easily five feet tall, with dark brown hair and a thick, braided beard that falls to his chest. He looks up from where he's wiping down the bar and gives you a tired, but cheerful wave, green eyes twinkling warmly.
Shortly thereafter, Zephyr arrived, hushing much of the crowd. The bartender managed to get everyone moving again, and he and Anjou- who had inserted themselves into the kitchen in order to learn new recipes- quickly served the strange blue genasi.
Not all were as friendly as they were, however.