Hope's Haven ~ A little taste of Gallia

[Lightfoot]

::: Malaclypse walks through the huge old wooden doors of Hope's, and stops dead in his tracks. His gaze slowly traverses the stirling silver bar stretching into the distance. He continues to silently appraise the old-Terra style furnishings. He slowly regains his composure. :::

"My Goddess! It's just as Skye described it on the Comms! This could be the Adventurer's Club on Fleet Street, or the Bull & Boar in Dublin! Not that I've seen more than pictures of those... but a man could definitely feel safe and welcome here! Wouldn't be surprised to see a fellow with a long curved Meerschuam playin' the violin, smoke comin' out his ears..."

::: Mal continues into the grand space, and notices a familiar face seated at a table against the wall, industriously engaged with a steaming bowl of stew. He waggles his fingers at a passing serving wench, indicating refills for the seated fellow and the same for himself. He advanced towards the table with a broad smile. :::

"Fin! High Fives! You responded quicker than I imagined! Now I can see why. This establishment is everything my old friend Sancho said it was! Hope that stew is as good as it appears.. I told that nice lass to just bring the pot, along with refills on the Guinness 'n Irish. Let's get a full stomach and a wee buzz before we discuss Her Craziness's business, eh?"

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