Ever have one been so inclined to follow their weary feet to a place of welcome and comfort. A place that one can be themselves and enjoy a pint or two in the grand company of others; Taverns. The streets could be lined with taverns. Each attempting to beckon and call to those that would seek there sweet refuge. All these taverns of course had their local wares of food and beverage.  Some of them offer quiet. Some offering...//favors//. Others offering –well the point was made that whatever suit your fancy it could be found.
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Here we find ourselves nestled in the on the southern isles of Limsa, a tavern known of their performance arts tavern is snuggled amongst the warehouses and wards. In fact, the inside resembles an old market ward, gutted and refurbished with a bar to one side and a stage to the other. Large round tables are scattered between, save for a cleared area in the center where a performance or two may take place. As per the owner's taste whole place is draped in red silks and satin, sort of much like her endearing name sake "Red". Â
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The most rewarding of the entertainer and bar tender this eve was being free from all of that platemail! Best of all...no metal clunky shoes...There was nothing better than the feeling of bare feet on a cool and smooth surface. Slowly she begins to sway back and forth. A toe delicately pointed arcs about in wide half circle firmly planting behind the lithe and lanky russet headed highlander hyur.
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Seemingly from no where a sword is pulled from her side as she begins to twist and twirl it about her body. In a grand flourish one sword becomes two, splitting into identical twin blades as she danced a about in vibrant colors and glints of steel blurring in a motion of sunset colored fabric. The sword dancer continued to twist and twirl about as cold steel would be her partner in this dance. Truly a perfect art of meshing something feminine with something bloodthirsty and deadly. She spins in circles creating a art and strange harmony between the blades and her body. Her skirts filling the empty space with each twist and twirl she makes.
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One blade pressed flat against her back while the outer isout stretched she twirls about gracefully. In a quick and languid movement her arms switched as she reversed. The balls of her feet were beginning to grow warm from the friction of the calloused skin rapidly moving in circles about the polished hardwood floor.
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Just her dance comes to a finish she ends with one of herblades held out and pointed to the new patron while the other raised high over her head. Panting and out of breath she grins.
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"Evening..." Shedrew in a ragged breath and smiled. "Welcome to Tavern Soliloquy"
