Post by Dante Sandoval on Feb 21, 2015 15:52:18 GMT -5
Finally, they had arrived. Finally, their feet trod upon the streets of the kingdom's capital. Though Dante had a rather cynical view of cities, he had to admit the Bordelaix felt very different. It was from this city that the Deverauxs ruled the kingdom, they they robbed the Sandovals that which was theirs, that the decisions that affected thousands upon thousands of lives were made. That lent the place a sort element of power, mystique and prestige. It was his hope that Talencia would feel exactly like this in the years to come.
Rather than make their lodgings in the castle as guests, Angelia and Dante elected to set themselves up in an inn of Blackhorne and Trevelyan recommendation. That the two of them conducted a great deal of business there, Dante did not know but he was nonetheless appreciative of the suggestion. The region of the city in which resided did not seem too seedy, but it was admittedly quieter than the more noble quarters of Bordelaix. This particular place was frequented by merchants of very high caliber. That meant their wealth granted an air of security with increased city guard patrols and the like.
Once Angelia had been settled in to recuperate from the taxing day, a message was fluttered off toward Aneria Trevelyan to meet one of the many private sitting rooms the discreet inn had to offer. Fortunately, that did not preclude the establishment from being discriminating of taste when it came to foods and spirits. Already, the Exiled Prince was enjoying a particularly fine whisky made in the region. It was surprisingly smooth, not like the harsh brews of the southern regions. It helped him feel at ease... but he was still eager to get down to brass tacks.
Aneira Trevelyan
Rather than make their lodgings in the castle as guests, Angelia and Dante elected to set themselves up in an inn of Blackhorne and Trevelyan recommendation. That the two of them conducted a great deal of business there, Dante did not know but he was nonetheless appreciative of the suggestion. The region of the city in which resided did not seem too seedy, but it was admittedly quieter than the more noble quarters of Bordelaix. This particular place was frequented by merchants of very high caliber. That meant their wealth granted an air of security with increased city guard patrols and the like.
Once Angelia had been settled in to recuperate from the taxing day, a message was fluttered off toward Aneria Trevelyan to meet one of the many private sitting rooms the discreet inn had to offer. Fortunately, that did not preclude the establishment from being discriminating of taste when it came to foods and spirits. Already, the Exiled Prince was enjoying a particularly fine whisky made in the region. It was surprisingly smooth, not like the harsh brews of the southern regions. It helped him feel at ease... but he was still eager to get down to brass tacks.
Aneira Trevelyan