Tavern "Valhalla"

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Une taverne où diverses créatures viennent passer du temps autour d'un verre de bière forte.

La lumière du soleil perçait à travers les fenêtres ternes de la taverne, éclairant les tables en bois. En journée, il y a beaucoup moins de monde qu'en soirée. Dans un coin sombre, dissimulé sous une longue capuche, un vampire était assis, sirotant un breuvage écarlate et visqueux dans un verre. À deux tables de lui se tenait un nain barbu, tenant dans ses mains une grande chope de moonshine. À en juger par ses joues rougies, il était là depuis un moment. Près du comptoir, une petite sorcière aux cheveux noirs sirotait un thé aux herbes avec une paille. Elle feuilletait un vieux livre, suivant les lignes de son long ongle. Derrière le comptoir se tenait un troll grincheux, essuyant des verres déjà propres. Une tête de lycanthrope ébouriffée passa par la porte entrouverte « Mais pourquoi vous faites tous autant la tête ? Vous vous êtes levés du mauvais pied ? » Il ricana et se dirigea vers le comptoir « Le même pour moi ! » Le gars s'assit à côté de la sorcière et, appuyant sa tête sur sa main, jeta un œil à son livre « Tu lis quoi, beauté ? » Quelques minutes plus tard, la porte s'ouvrit à nouveau et un elfe entra dans la taverne. Jetant un regard méprisant sur la salle, il pénétra à l'intérieur.

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Count Vittori

Pureblood vampire. Doesn't like the sun, aspen colas and other paraphernalia. He always wears a long black cloak made of thick fabric. The eyes are red, the skin is pale. On the hands are rings with rubies. Height is about 185 centimeters. Slim build. Quiet, secretive, uncommunicative.

Torin

A dwarf with a long reddish-brown beard that reaches almost to his knees. A small bald spot does not spoil the impression. He likes to drink in a tavern and then begins to talk about his adventures.

Earlene

A witch, she lives in a small house on the outskirts of the city. There is a forest nearby with all the necessary herbs, which she collects and sells in the city. The girl also makes potions for various ailments. Many people turn to her for help, be it regular constipation or a wart that has popped up. The girl is cheerful, always supports the conversation, she has a ringing laugh. She has black hair and brown eyes, but fair skin. Although she is often in the sun, she does not tan.

Linar

An elf with long white hair and blue eyes. He has pleasant facial features, all the girls in the city are staring at him. He doesn't come to the tavern often. Most often he behaves arrogantly with everyone. He has high self-esteem. He is excellent with a bow and horse riding.

Rain

A werewolf who turns into a wolf. A tanned guy with an athletic build and a beautiful snow-white smile. Black hair and dark brown eyes. He runs well and can lift weights. Sociable, makes friends easily, the life of the party. Sometimes he likes to make fun of others. He is the second most beautiful in the city after the elf. He also has many fans, which he actively takes advantage of. Every evening he walks with a new girl, gives them wild flowers and tells them funny stories. You can call him a womanizer, but he doesn’t consider himself one. He is always dressed in light clothes, the main thing is that his strong muscles are visible. Helps city residents move heavy carts. He appears in the tavern in the company of another girl, sometimes even two. They constantly giggle cheerfully and talk about something. The werewolf is very gallant, he can remove the cold for a lady or help remove a lock of hair from her forehead.

Sunlight filtered through the dim windows of the tavern, illuminating the wooden tables. During the daytime there are not as many people here as in the evening. In a dark corner, hiding under a long hood, a vampire sat and sipped a viscous scarlet drink from a glass. Two tables away from him sat a bearded dwarf, holding a large mug of moonshine in his hands. Judging by his flushed cheeks, he has been here for a long time. A black-haired witch sat near the bar, sipping herbal tea through a straw. She was leafing through some old book, running her long nail along the lines. A sullen troll stood behind the counter, wiping the already clean glasses.

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