The longhall roars with chatter, laughter, and a few hostile words -- though drunk and likely unmeant. Outside, the spring evening air might be chilly, but inside it is humid and warm from the mass of bodies and several fires burning.
Close to the docks, the longhall is situated at the edge of an elvish slum and a similarly poor district of mostly orcish makeup. A long, heavy table lines the center of the establishment, with dozens of orcs seated along it -- dining and drinking. It appears to have been constructed of a massive log split in two, each half bound alongside the other to form a wide, flat surface. Judging by the impossible fit through the mundane doors, it might not be that insane to wonder which was constructed after -- the table, or the longhall?
While most of the people here are native Kurnish, pockets of elves sit crowded and clustered in groups along smaller tables to the sides. Strangely enough, you do not sense a hostility in the segregation that has organically occurred here, but more of an air of apathy between groups. Most around here stick to their own, regardless of whether they be orc or elf.
Following that, the seven of you crowd around a circular table in a far corner. Through the dim lighting, you recognize a handful of the other faces as members from your community. Cymril may have been the one that invited you all here, but there was no doubt that she was only the face of Aeron's idea and planning.
An orcish woman comes by with a few heavy pitchers of ale. She pauses, giving your young faces a queer look, before setting them each upon your table with a grunt. Not a moment later, she returns with several mugs, putting them next to the pitchers. "Serve yourselves," she says with a neutral tone, already moving on to the next table. With a look back, the orcish woman gives a weary smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "And fetch me if you want food or more drink."
Passing the mugs and pitchers out, Cymril looks around the table. "Good to have everyone here," she says with a giddy grin before turning to her cousin. "Aeron, let's do introductions."
[sblock=Party OOC]Dockside Longhall: Aeron, Ember, Alierin, Sisera, Erevan, Vaylen, Cymril[/sblock]