"There's a tavern for weary travelers down to the left of the dock called the 'Neverending Story.' A neutral place plus food and lodging." The half-orc paused as he looked over the party, and his crew for a moment and realized that everyone needed plenty of rest and relaxation for a bit.

"Sounds like a nice place to be," Irzen sighed wistfully, "At least for a time. I like the idea of entering a tavern that doesn't have a wanted poster with my face on it."

"Meh! You worry too much, drow," The half orc gulped down the last bit of his bottle of Rum.

"I don't worry," Irzen quipped, "I just stay reasonably aware."

"Agreed!" Neven followed with Willow and Serna walking arm in arm after them.

"I'll be along to the tavern in a moment. I just want to check on my ship and pass orders to the crew." Roberts headed along the docks until he came to his ship, the rest of his crew and their supplies in tow. When he got there, he checked in with the ship, sent the customary message to the Duchess of Dunmeade, and then made his way to the tavern. A nice drink never hurt anyone. The potential bar fight that usually ensued, however.......

The elementalist walked up to Quake who was still hugging and kissing the earth, "Ah, you can stop now. We're all on solid ground."

Quake sat up, her face and arms covered in the soft dirt of the shore, "....oh! Oh! Okay. I'm all good now, Lady."

"First dust yourself off and lets go join the others at the tavern. I'm hungry. Very hungry." Alyson's stomach grumbled loudly.

As Irzen, Neven, Willow and Serna walked the streets of Asylum they were able to take in their surroundings. The place seemed quiet enough, no more and no less activity than one would normally find within a city its size. However, Irzen and Willow noticed that at least one representative of every race in the Realm was walking the streets of the city. From Humans to Drow to Bugbears to Orcs, Asylum was a cosmopolitan mix of peoples that reminded Irzen of the diversity of New York City or London. For Willow, the fact that all of these races were here and not trying to kill each other on sight was what impressed him most of all.

The Neverending Story tavern had a surreal affect on anyone who came near it. It was certainly one of the largest buildings on the street. Three stories tall with wooden beams visibly shown on the outer walls similar to that of old English style cottage mixed with the feel of early nineteenth century night club.

One might say that it was a crossroads between the worlds. Still it attracted all folks from anywhere and everywhere to come eat, drink, and be merry without the threat of being killed or worse. When the party entered they were greeted by one of the bar maids. A stout dwarf woman with long brown side burns down her face braided trails down the past her chest. "Welcome! Welcome, wary friends. My name is Mertul and I'll with you in a bit. There's a large booth with extra tables to the left. Take your time if you like. Food and drinks are available when you're ready to order."

"Thank you, Mertul," Irzen smiled, "A tankard of ale and a platter full of roasted mutton would hit the spot right about now."

"Venison and green beans would suit me well," Willow added, "Plus a bottle of your finest red wine would do."

"I'll take a glass of water, some mixed vegetables and fish if you have it," Serna offered, "I'm really hungry!"

"Me too!" Neven moved towards their recommended table, "A tankard of mead, dragon steaks and baked potatoes would fill me up."

Roberts surveyed the place - it was not unlike a few other taverns he had been to, or had seen on TV before coming to this realm. He made his way to the offered table and took a seat where he could observe as much of the room as possible. Too many times he had been caught unaware by a simple poor choice of seating arrangements.

"What say you, Alyson and Quake?" The Swordsman turned towards the pair, "What would you two like to eat and drink?"