You order at the bar, you sit down and you slowly sip through your drink until you've passed a reasonable enough amount of time and then you order again. Those are the rules and that's how it goes every other night at the Rusted Wren.
The only other thing you have to remember, which becomes increasingly harder to remember as the night progresses, is to never look out through the windows. No matter the sounds you might hear or however many fists pummel at the glass you mustn't turn around.
Of course this rule is regularly broken, around once a month or so, by someone who partakes in just enough that their grasp on the rules loosens and they forget about the stories of the things on the other side of the glass.
Nobody seems to be able to make up their minds as to what is actually outside the Wren at night. Some reckon it's the lingering dead from all the nights prior, just waiting to grab someone else to join them while others have allegedly caught glimpses of fingers gnarled as oak branches and thrice the length of a normal man's arm.
No matter what everyone reckons there's always one certainty - the things outside are perfectly capable of getting inside.
The fact that they wait outside is their personal preference.
The only other thing you have to remember, which becomes increasingly harder to remember as the night progresses, is to never look out through the windows. No matter the sounds you might hear or however many fists pummel at the glass you mustn't turn around.
Of course this rule is regularly broken, around once a month or so, by someone who partakes in just enough that their grasp on the rules loosens and they forget about the stories of the things on the other side of the glass.
Nobody seems to be able to make up their minds as to what is actually outside the Wren at night. Some reckon it's the lingering dead from all the nights prior, just waiting to grab someone else to join them while others have allegedly caught glimpses of fingers gnarled as oak branches and thrice the length of a normal man's arm.
No matter what everyone reckons there's always one certainty - the things outside are perfectly capable of getting inside.
The fact that they wait outside is their personal preference.
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