Théodred Heavenshield
Norbæn Véurr
Illum
Howlin' Wolf Inn - Iron Pantheon
[member="Atheus"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Caelag Vass"]
Usually a hive of activity, the Howlin' Wolf is empty tonight. Except for one man sitting at a long wooden table bent over a piece of parchment with pen in hand scratching on it's surface. Without taking his eyes of it, his spare hand reaches for a horn of ale and lifts it to his mouth, a curl of disgust moves his lips before he scratches on the parchment again, the ale here is horrendous. Open trade agreement with the High King of Midvinter for delivery of Honey Mead. Just another point of the agenda the Small Council of the Iron Legion would discuss.
Theo's eyes lifted as the portly bar keep approached the table laden with bread and placed it on the table with the cheeses and meats. There was already tankards of ale on the table awaiting the members of the members when they arrive, "Will that be all Theo?", the keep knew Theo well by now. "Yes, that will be all Jok", he replied straightening his back. The Howlin' Wolf will be their's tonight in order to conduct business. "As you wish, the fire has a good log on and should keep you warm for the night", he added before turning to leave.
A hand rubbed the back of his neck, as he watched Jok vanish to the back rooms and the winds of Illum howled through the tall ceiling dancing on the flames of the fire. No doubt a gust of cutting wind would enter the room as the members of the Legion would arrive, and they are late.