[dragon wench]

Imagine you have been ambling along a beach for the better part of the day. The raucous crying of gulls and the crash of surf upon cliffs resonates within your ears, while the tang of ocean brine fills your lungs with each breath.

The sun is bright and the wind, blowing in from the west, is invigorating. All of a sudden you see a structure in the distance. As you come closer, you note that it is surprisingly large. Weathered clapboard gives the building a slightly distressed look, but the sign you see above the door looks warm and inviting.

Welcome to the Gull's Roost Tavern, a meeting ground for old sailors, restless spirits and thirsty wanderers


You remember that you are indeed thirsty, and perhaps a little hungry as well. Inspired by the sudden image of your favourite beverage and a plate of food you push open the solid wooden door. As your eyes adjust to the dimmed light you can see a long oaken bar behind which reside rows of gleaming bottles. Ceramic handles indicate a large selection of ales on tap, while the scent of home-cooked food wafts from the kitchen. A band is setting up in one corner of the tavern, and a passing serving wench carrying a tray piled high with food and frothing mugs of ale draws your attention to the extensive menu.
Patrons occasionally wander in and out. It is not bustling, but there is a lively feel to the air.

You find a table and sit down.