Chrisondra's Clan

Note: Most fodder tab dragons are open to sell for 15kt or 15g, just PM me. :D

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Once just a large building resting alone towards the edge of the Earthshaker's domain, the Dusty Tavern now stands within the bustling Colonnades of Antiquity. With more dragons came more demands, and with more demands came more buildings and more services.

Fine lengths of colorful silk decorate the square, giving it its name. Sunlight shimmers off the fabric as it sways in gentle breezes. Even as clouds slip by overhead and rain falls on surrounding areas, the sky above the square remains unfathomably clear, protected by some unseen force.

At the far end stands a large tavern, the sign stamped with a drunken fae clinging to a bottle in honor of the dragon who once ran the establishment.
Inside, a young pale wildclaw meticulously wipes down the counter, humming happily to herself as a cream-colored tundra moves from table to table, taking orders.

The wildclaw looks up as she notes the new presence and offers a wholesome smile, sweeping her arm.

"Take a seat anywhere. We'll be right with you."

In the hearth, a great fire roars, casting dancing shadows across the common room. On one wall, a great painting rests, depicting a ship sailing off to a distant horizon, a guardian standing on the bow and looking out towards his destination. Along the side of the side, written in gold, reads "The Last Coin".

And beneath that is a plaque that reads "Dedicated to those of The Last Coin. Lost, but never forgotten."

On the opposite side of the room is a portrait of another guardian, this one female and standing on a branch of what could only be the Behemoth itself, given its size. A plaque rests beneath this painting as well reading "Gaia, our matriarch. May she soon awaken so that our clan might once more be whole."

The tavern is flanked by other buildings offering various services from a general store to a library to a dark shop shrouded in dark drapes speckled with twinkling diamonds that offers a peak at one's future.

Dragons bustle about under the gaze of a large imperial who sits near the gate that leads to the square, his blue horn shining menacingly as he scans the crowd for trouble. Happy chatter and hums flit through the pleasantly warm air as the scent of lavender and jasmine hangs gently in the air.