The tavern that many of the original Thornefang members frequent had grown larger and was now larger than any other tavern.
The smell of ale, roasted meat, and smoke clung to the air, soaking into clothes and hair alike.
Benches scraped against the floor as people shifted, mugs clinked constantly, and someone near the back kept laughing a little too loudly for no clear reason.
It has now become the place to go if you want to hear stories from Thornefang members about their exploits.
It was just a few days away from the upcoming Styrhord, and many of the Thornefang members came to have a good drink and meal.
"Hey, Brina, another one!" Greg raised his mug, asking for more ale. Brina was carrying several other mugs and placed one down in front of Greg.
Brina flashed him a grin as sharp as a blade, setting the mug down with a solid thud.
