Shiwar Compound
"Welcome to ShiWare,"

Treson greeted them warmly.

"I hope tonight's festivities bring many new customers your way."

Traveling Merchant

"Thank you, Mistress Treson,"

The merchant replied, his eyes reflecting the firework's glow.

"Your hospitality is as grand as the tales say."

Shiwar Compound
He had overheard some people talking about some Trade Camp opening, that caught his interest as he figured always good to know where one of those is located at, never know when you'll need one.

So here he was walking among the people gathered here stopping to look at the different stalls and what that merchant had to offer. He stopped when he heard the sound of that first firework and slowly lifted his head skyward to watch it

Happy 4th!

looking in...

Shiwar Compound
As the night deepened, the crowd gathered in the central courtyard of the Trade Camp, eager for the festivities to begin. RocShot, the stalwart dwarf, ensured that the bar was well-stocked, while X'ira, the mind-speaking Orc barmaid, moved with practiced efficiency, serving drinks and snacks to the revelers. Bernice, the ever-diligent innkeeper, managed the flow of guests, making sure everyone felt welcomed and cared for.

The first firework soared into the sky with a whistle, drawing every eye upward. It exploded in a brilliant burst of red and gold, illuminating the night with a cascade of sparks. The crowd gasped in awe, and a cheer went up as more rockets followed, painting the sky with vibrant colors. Treson smiled, her heart swelling with pride as she watched the display. This was the beginning of a new chapter for her and her establishment.

*lurks*

Shiwar Compound
The air was alive with anticipation as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the ShiWare Tavern and Inn and its newly established Trade Camp. Treson, with her long black hair shimmering in the twilight and her amber eyes glowing with excitement, moved gracefully through the bustling market area. The opening celebration was in full swing, and the excitement was palpable.

Merchants from near and far had set up their stalls, each adorned with colorful banners and wares that gleamed under the hanging lanterns. The scent of exotic spices mingled with the aroma of freshly baked bread, creating a sensory feast for the visitors. Treson paused at each stall, exchanging friendly words with the traders and inspecting their goods. Her presence commanded respect, and her genuine interest in their success was evident in her warm interactions.

as it draws near midnight this one slips onto the floor and tries to get some rest...good night A/all

well....jack..

well....jack..

Eat shit and die, lame incel scum!

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Hmmm last post june 26 bummer

"a private show? now I like the sound of that"

I could be talked into a private show, I could probibly find a place if you don't have one

reamed