The fire in the fireplace at the Shady Dragon crackles merrily. The inn is warm, dry and comfortable despite the persistent rain throughout the day. A variety of Sigils are seated throughout the common room, talking quietly and generally basking in each other's company.
The door crashes open, swirling darkness spilling into the room, followed by the deep thump-thump of heavy plate armored footsteps. The darkness coaleseces into a dark armored form. Sildarye Darkmoon has entered the Shady Dragon Inn. She glares around the room and proceeds to approach the bar. Her malevolent presence even gives the normally indomitable Phil pause for a moment.
"Well, half-a-man?" Her voice is steady, clear, and full of disdain. "What swill do you have available?"
The door crashes open, swirling darkness spilling into the room, followed by the deep thump-thump of heavy plate armored footsteps. The darkness coaleseces into a dark armored form. Sildarye Darkmoon has entered the Shady Dragon Inn. She glares around the room and proceeds to approach the bar. Her malevolent presence even gives the normally indomitable Phil pause for a moment.
"Well, half-a-man?" Her voice is steady, clear, and full of disdain. "What swill do you have available?"


