The Tavern at the End of the World

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Soldaer turns to Avery suddenly, his face looking as though he had a sudden inspiration. "I just remembered something: I think I have a bottle or two of some really good Feywine from my homeland in a chest in my room. Rather than sitting here, and hoping the Barkeep has some, what do you say we head upstairs and have a drink or two from my own private stock?"

 Avery shrugs, "Sure, sounds good"

*Sus*

 *Not really in this case. Soldaer is chaotic good alignment, so he's not gonna do anything... inappropriate, lol.*

Soldaer leads Avery upstairs and stops at the wall partway between two doors. "After you," he says, grasping an invisible doorknob and opening the wall-door-thing to reveal his room.

 "How does that even work??" Avery asks, stepping inside

*Suuuure, their patrons got their eye on you*

 "A little bit of magic from my homeland." 

As Avery steps inside, he realizes that the room is much larger than the rooms at the tavern usually are, and with a completely different layout, and even different materials.

*Description time!!!!!*

The entire room seems to have been carved, no, grown from the inside of a massive birch tree. There's an open balcony to the outside (or at least, what appears to be outside) revealing a massive forest with a multitude of other trees, many of which have similar "houses" grown out of them. A specially treated (both chemically and magically) and grown section of the room along the left wall serves as a fireplace and mantle. Above the mantle are the heads of several different creatures: a couple owlbears, a wyvern, a small purple worm, and, most noticeable of all, a Green Dragon. On the mantle are various small items, including a few books. The walls on either side of the door are lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that seem to be a part of the tree themselves. In the middle of the right wall is a large and ornate bed. At the foot of the bed is an extremely ornate, and obviously locked, trunk. At the corner where the right wall meets the wall with the door in it, there's a small cubby with glass-covered pantries in it. Those pantries are filled with a variety of different bottles and glasses. On either side of the bed is a table with drawers, which also seems to be grown from the tree. Between the bed and the balcony is a large desk and chair.

"This," Soldaer begins, "is an exact copy of my room back home in the Fírantín Forest. The item that created this copy is very unique, as it also teleports all of the items in the chests, drawers, etc. to the copy, regardless of distance, planar, or apparently dimensional barriers.

"This is definitely one of my favorite magic items, for obvious reasons. It allows me to bring home with me wherever I go, which is not something to be underestimated."

 "Wow! THis is huge!" Avery seems very amazd

 *And I'm back*

"Yep. Gotta love what a little extradimensional magic can do." Soldaer claps his hands twice, and the floor in the middle of the room shifts, forming a nice, small coffee table, and two luxurious chairs on opposite sides of it emerge from the floor. "Have a seat, and I'll pour the drinks." he says as he gestures to the table and chairs.

 *Nice*

"Woah, i ain;t seen something like this since atlanta,"

 Soldaer walks towards the cabinet, and starts looking through the bottles. "Atlanta? Never heard of that place." Soldaer says as he continues looking through the bottles. "Ah ha! There it is!"

Soldaer pulls a couple bottles out, and two glasses. "This one," He lifts the bottle in his left hand "is one of the best vintages I have: 1658, definitely one of the best years for Feywine from my people. And this one," He lifts the other bottle, "is a bottle of the finest Aelinthran (pronounced ale-INTH-ran) whiskeys in my stock for when you've had enough of the Feywine."

 "Well, thanks for treating me after everything thats happened." Avery grins, sitting down at a table

 He's trying to sway you to his side.

*Morning!*

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 *Wait, what character?*

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*Morning!*

 *Hi*

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Chris is dropping another failed character, as hes HORRIBLE at making them

 *Wait, what character?*

 *Isain*