Stoneheart City. The Silent Goblet.
For many an adventurer and traveler, the Silent Goblet was a curious place—not just somewhere to rest, but the hub where they traded word, the spot to come by intelligence of every kind. A succubus dancer, perhaps, or a dwarf drunk out of his wits, or maybe that aloof cat-eared girl at the counter—so long as you were willing to spend, you'd surely tease no small amount of useful word out of someone.
"Ah. The more worlds a man's been to, the more tangled his story gets. What looks ordinary to everyone else may hide a stretch of hardship, may bury some bitter tale." Tristan raised his cup—not that he meant to drink first as a toast, but the familiar taste set his throat itching past bearing, and he couldn't wait to throw the cup back in one go.
