TOA Teaser
"The Winged Horse" rarely housed private parties. In fact, this iteration of the Inn never had, but Barton, the owner, had apparently been paid enough to make it happen. He'd also paid to have all the invitations delivered, staffed the Inn, bought the ingredients for the food and paid for all the drink.
"The Winged Horse" Existed in one form or another for more than 1,000 years. A single floor tavern, over time, changed into a hideout, a meeting place, a guardhouse, and for the last 300 years, a three floor inn that that features rooms, a bawdy house and a full kitchen.
The guests, A group of people from diverse backgrounds gathered at The Winged Horse, eating and drinking, getting to know one another with no idea why they were there. Strangely, there had been no difficulty getting there. The party had debauched for three days before things changed.
First, from the rooms above, there was a sound, like a song or an incantation. Next, a glow rose from above, a tingle running through each of them and without preamble they were suddenly sober.
All heads turned when the sound of boots came from the stairs. A tall gray elf walked before them. He was clearly aged and wealthy, a story in his mind. A glowing sword at his hip, a finely crafted bow and quiver on his back. His face was lined in a way that showed advanced age for a gray elf,
"Greetings." He said with a smile, uncommon for a high elf.
"My name is Dy- Bo, and I have a proposition for you."