Inside the snowy cold of Leilon a warm fire and a stong drink awaits...
The jukebox hums a tavern song.
The smell of fresh baked breads and pies linger in the tavern air.
Friends, companions, and aquaintences chat about things past while listening to the local bard spin his most recent tale....
At the bar a beautiful elf and a rowdy halfling make a little too much noise as they bounce coins on the bar at the off chance one will land in a nearby shot glass....
Merchants set up in the corner to offer wares from across the lands of places distant and far away...
Almost everything seems as it should.
The Leilon Arms Inn and Tavern is open for business.
//7pm-11pm est. Tonight.
