Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 22, 2013 9:03:25 GMT -5
The Black Lion is a modest looking three storey tavern set a few streets away from the docks but close enough to be able see what is happening there, especially from the third floor which is off limits to any but the owner and his guests.
The tavern is a clean, if roughly hewn establishment which caters to all who wish to enter with food & drink of surprisingly high standard for it's location. One odd quibble is that, unlike most of it's neighbours or competitors there are no ladies of ill-repute within. This serves to keep away the rougher element, or those seeking bought companionship. As such all of the barmaids working there are very firm with whatever individual decides to let his hands wander and the burly doormen are quick to invite those who don't learn the lesson quickly enough, to leave.
Inside the ground floor there is a central bar location with many tables and chairs scattered around for those workers who merely wish to come in and drink and eat during whatever free time they are allotted before returning to work. Towards the back of the ground floor are various secluded booths for those patrons who can afford the privacy and discrete one to one waiter service while they conduct their business. There are also two rooms at the rear of the establishment which can be rented for private parties or events, such as gambling though there is a tariff taken by the House for every such event held.
On the second floor is more spacious and holds many small rooms, overlooking the town and the seafront for noble guests and minor lords and ladies who wish to dine along to do so without having to hear the hustle & bustle of the trade downstairs. There is a balcony and stairs down to the street level for those who wish to bypass the ground floor directly for their comings and goings and a small stableyard has been rented across the street for their carriages and horses to be held for them while they conduct their business or eat within.
The entrance to the third floor is locked and strictly off limits to any but the owner, Tynian Lannister, and his guests and holds several rooms of sleeping quarters and a couple of dumb waiter systems down to the kitchens for private meals to be sent up without traversing the building. A grand balcony sits jutting out from the main dining area, with a couple of tables and chairs outside to be used when the weather is good.
The tavern is a clean, if roughly hewn establishment which caters to all who wish to enter with food & drink of surprisingly high standard for it's location. One odd quibble is that, unlike most of it's neighbours or competitors there are no ladies of ill-repute within. This serves to keep away the rougher element, or those seeking bought companionship. As such all of the barmaids working there are very firm with whatever individual decides to let his hands wander and the burly doormen are quick to invite those who don't learn the lesson quickly enough, to leave.
Inside the ground floor there is a central bar location with many tables and chairs scattered around for those workers who merely wish to come in and drink and eat during whatever free time they are allotted before returning to work. Towards the back of the ground floor are various secluded booths for those patrons who can afford the privacy and discrete one to one waiter service while they conduct their business. There are also two rooms at the rear of the establishment which can be rented for private parties or events, such as gambling though there is a tariff taken by the House for every such event held.
On the second floor is more spacious and holds many small rooms, overlooking the town and the seafront for noble guests and minor lords and ladies who wish to dine along to do so without having to hear the hustle & bustle of the trade downstairs. There is a balcony and stairs down to the street level for those who wish to bypass the ground floor directly for their comings and goings and a small stableyard has been rented across the street for their carriages and horses to be held for them while they conduct their business or eat within.
The entrance to the third floor is locked and strictly off limits to any but the owner, Tynian Lannister, and his guests and holds several rooms of sleeping quarters and a couple of dumb waiter systems down to the kitchens for private meals to be sent up without traversing the building. A grand balcony sits jutting out from the main dining area, with a couple of tables and chairs outside to be used when the weather is good.
Hope you all are well and happy.