[H][RP] The Merchant's Last Coin - Tavern Hours

The Coin. Even from the other side of the street, he could hear the noises drift out, carried by a non-existent breeze and people’s need to shout to be heard over all others. Crossing the road, he scaled the short flight of stairs and entered. What was an echo outside slammed into him full force here, assaulting his ears. Laughter, budding disagreements that would be settled on the pavement, cheers, conversations drowning in waves of ruckus and a small group of bards playing music few could hear.

Weaving between people scattered throughout the room, he watched them all but made note of few. Two men who looked seasoned and worn sat in a darkened corner, nursing a tankard each while sharing what could only be grim stories akin to those veterans churned on about after a drink too many. In another corner, a few people surrounded a pair in the middle of a card reading. The reader looked eerily familiar in the way she caressed the ancient cards as she explained them. A girl, too blonde not to be a liar, lay draped over a male at the bar. The man’s fat coin-purse could easily explain it, and his drunken smile as he listened to whatever words she spoke into his ear.

Pushing in beside them, he slid a silver coin across the stained bartop and shouted his order to the willowy woman on the other side. Taking it, she flipped it between her fingers to study the surface before turning to an armour clad man looming beside the entrance to the kitchen. Their eyes met and the girl nodded. Waved over, he escaped the tavern to a place that took a little more than a thirst and a want for company to enter.

  • Day: Wednesday

  • Time: 9pm - 11pm Server Time

  • Location: Wayfarers Inn

  • Faction: Horde

  • Read More: https://tinyurl.com/y9usjur8

  • Contact: Theolaín / Theolain

Theolain Nor’danel is proud to announce that the Merchant’s Last Coin is open for business in Wayfarers Inn. Hours of operation are between 9pm and 11pm, on Wednesdays. The bar is open to all, and will feature an upstairs area for private functions, staff members, and those whose business has a need for discretion. We plan to facilitate (rather than offer outright) events within the bar, itself and the upstairs rooms.

Where it is indeed a legit business, offering all the things one can expect from a tavern – subtly watered out booze doled out by bar staff, entertainment, and company in friends or complete strangers – it also poses as a front for the much more profitable dealings going on in Silvermoon’s alleys and underground. A much darker business is weaved behind the friendly facade, where the Coin merely serves as an entry point, for those seeking and willing to dabble in involvement, and for the rest; good ale and a shared word.

Smuggling and selling prohibited goods, thievery and fencing, espionage and trade of information, and other such skill-sets not spoken of too openly are handled by people from all walks of life. Some are merely associates, buyers or sellers, while others are more involved through employment.

While running a bar and an inn is profitable business in itself, the real money-making happens behind closed doors and in quiet phrasings. Keeping a tight lid on their activities, subtlety and secrecy is a must to even get close to dealing with Theolain and his crew. Where most career criminals are hardened goons relying more on intimidation and violence, the cogwheels in Nor’danel’s operation churns smoother with a cunning mind and sly manipulation.

One can’t make money off dead people, and leaving bodies floating around rouses suspicion. Constantly working to remain off the Guard’s and other lawful instances’ radar, violent assaults and deaths are frowned upon and all ties will be severed if this is something that occurs frequently. Likewise are gossip, boast and wagging tongues something that fails to benefit this establishment and those discussing confidential matters where anyone can hear it will soon find themselves out in the cold.

Seeking to build a network of contacts, contractors, and providers, there is no requirement to join their crew to work with them. One-time deals can easily be struck, as can loose and mutually beneficial relationships when and if the need for either’s service arrives.

As a community initiative and integral part of the guild’s cover in character,[Oath of Silver] hosts tavern nights. We do not, in any way, claim in-character ownership of the tavern, nor will we refuse anyone else playing the same concept we will always try and cooperate and work with and around other players. Any items served will not be in-game items or GHI items, and will exist purely in the form of emotes. As will any coin changing hands. This is to both facilitate the Blizzard Realm Rules and to make it easier for people to get involved and offer a wider selection for the imagination.

The goal with the tavern beyond the legal front for the guild’s criminal theme is to provide a new venue for RPers. It goes without saying that while tavern RP can be bundles of fun, clandestine settings are even more so. The tavern serves as a legal business to front the shadier work as well as providing an excellent place to pick up RP and make connections. It’s a sad fact that the Silvermoon City inn fails to meet the same wants for a bar-setting and that Falconwing Square is deemed too far away, which is why this was our location of choice after testing all other options. Almost six years in, it has been working well with minimal obstruction.

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I will say, it feels excellent to be back on the forums. :heart:

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Things happened around them and still the employees of The Merchant’s Last Coin showed up to work every day. War was being fought, tearing distant lands and peoples asunder, and still the employees appeared to open the doors of their tavern every night despite it. In their own lives, things happened. For hidden behind every service industry smile, there was a person with a life and a family and battles all their own. And yet, here they were to fill the bellies of soldiers and civilians alike with enough booze to serve as a distraction from the ordinary, even if for just one night. Let the medics and physicians heal bodies, for the barman heals hearts and minds with his sympathetic ear and flowing drink.


Casual reminder that this is tonight! Its an open social event which means anyone is welcome, so feel free to come along and hang out for a couple hours.

From 9PM server until late.
Find us in Wayfarer’s Inn in Silvermoon.

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I absolutely love the tavern nights it’s a warm welcoming of folks

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Hype hype! Will be there <3

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Tavern is on tonight, come along all it’s an awesome event.

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Come for the drinks, stay for the bartenders.

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Just as he is straightening his tie, his brother barrels into him, pushing him from the view of the mirror. The pair exchange a few light-hearted yet heavy handed slaps. They had been getting used to the routine of working their shift at the bar each night, and this mirror-based fight had become a pre-shift ritual. They laugh, straighten up to face each other and give one another a satisfied nod. They may be hired to keep the tavern’s peace but there is no reason they can’t look good whilst doing it.

The Merchant’s Last Coin: now with uniformed security guards! Come and drink with us.

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A wall of sound hit the Lady Sunspring as she turned the corner of the hall leading into the Coin, a cacophony of voices intermingling into a single deafening entity. She didn’t mind the noise, anything was better than the utter silence that had fallen over her family home as of late - even if some of the language used by the rowdy patrons was enough to put even the most baseborn female to the blush.

With a masterful grasp of her own sensibilities, the noblewoman graciously ignores her fellows and decides instead to make her way up to the floor above, seeking refuge from the press of bodies and the feverish warmth that seemed to pervade every corner of any inn or tavern she’d ever visited. Perhaps it had to be noted in the contract of a winehouse that the rooms had to be of a certain temperature. She did not know, nor did she care, not once a serving girl wordlessly offered her a glass of wine to drink.

Suitably compensated for her time, the Lady Sunspring seems happy enough to simply lounge against the golden railings of the balcony, looking down upon her fellow patrons with a full smile at her lips.

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The Merchants Last Coin will be closed to the public for a few hours this evening due to a private function. We apologise to any inconvenience caused to our patrons and customer. Business will resume as normal after the function.

Thank you for your patience.

T. Nor’danel

Folks tavern hours tonight are going to be used for a private party, unfortunately, we couldn’t find any other day of the week that worked for both parties. The tavern will be open as normal again next week, and if you want your fix of barmen before then, give us a poke OOC.

The folks at the tavern are having a little bit of fun this Noblegarden Holiday at the tavern tonight there will be eggs to hunt, with a few of them worth a nice little sum.

Come and hang out at 9pm Server time!

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Just a friendly reminder that tavern is on tonight pop in and say hi.

Tavern tonight at 9pm server time!

He was tired. He knew, reasonably, that there were likely times in his life when he’d been more tired, but these days he was struggling to recall them. With Goldwood’s absence he was down an assistant, and a staff member and covering the work-load was starting to wear him down. That and he would see the same fatigue in the eyes of his men. The men he had working around the clock, to secure their holdings, because between Goldwood’s absence, Selnarin’s bizarre tale of the plots with her father and every other little thing that in context, was starting to look suspicious…something is going on. He just doesn’t know what. Not yet, anyway.

But until then, the business still had to run as normal. So on top of the work, and threats and the plots Theolain Nor’danel was once again picking up shifts at the tavern. It was humbling, back to the roots of where he began, and also exhausting putting that smiling mask back on every time when really, he wanted to hit something.

Continuing his scout of the city, Ambrosath decided to visit ‘The Coin’, the establishment of which he would be bringing his Arcwine to. The elf walks into the tavern and thinks to himself “Gosh this not what I was expecting at all” his face looking concerned “Is Arcwine too extravagant for such a place”, he studied around the building, maybe he had the Taverns in Suramar expections in his head, Silvermoon was a beautiful city none the less.

Ambrosath approaches the bar, takes a handkerchief out of his blazer pocket and wipes the stool before sitting down and begins to snap his fingers and the man behind the bar “One glass of your finest wine, sir” he asks with a posher accent than usual, he then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small Shal’dorei silk pouch, bursting at the seams and retrieves a few gold coins and places them on the bar.
The man returns and hands the wine to Ambrosath and picks up the gold coins giving a confused look at the amount of coins. “Keep the change” Ambrosath tells him, he then looks the bar keep up and down “I think you need it.”

Ambrosath turns in his chair wine in hand and looks around at the room behind him, he looks up and notices a balcony overlooking the bar area

Ambrosath turns around again to the bar keep “Excuse me, Sir but could you please tell me where the office of Mister Nor’danel is located?” He asks. The bar keep points a finger to the room located to the far left hand side of the balcony and says “That room right there Sir”.

Ambrosath turns and faces the room up on the balcony and swallows hard, his nerves are getting him, he is trying to continue this persona of being proper and important when on the inside he is just a lost boy wishing his mother could be here to tell him it will be fine and he can do it. He puts the glass on wine to his lips and slowly takes a sip, as soon as the wine touches his tongue he can feel his body beginning to reject it “Oh sweet merciful nightwell what is this awful, awful wine!” His face scoffs at the glass “I think its about time this tavern got some PROPER wine” He places his wine glass on the bar behind him and stares at the door to Mister Nor’Danel’s office and whispers to himself quietly “This is going to be a piece of manacake” He smirks, stands up and leaves the tavern.

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Sore from collecting flotsam and cone shells across Nazjatar?

Tired after a long day disassembling sentries in Mechagon?

Come visit the Merchant’s Last Coin tonight!

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Ferenis stood by the bar, arms folded across his chest, his amber eyes scanning the patrons as they stagger across the open tavern floor. He’d long since got used to the wall of noise that pounded away at his sensitive ears each night, though a small part of him did worry that he might end up deaf if he carried on.

On reflection, he decided that it wouldn’t matter all that much if he did go deaf. His twin Eiondel would be his ears, and besides - the boss couldn’t scold him if he couldn’t hear him, right?

A woman standing by the bar turns on the spot and flashes Ferenis a smile, winking when he returns the favour. His smile broadens into a grin, and just like that the boss’ earlier chewing out is forgotten. He leans back against the wall and relaxes into his post, settling in for the evening, and as the woman moves to go she slips a piece of parchment with her address into his hand when passing.

Tonight was definitely looking up.

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Another mid week is upon us and The Coin is as usual open for business! Come and drink your sorrows away this evening.

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The Coin is open tonight folks and Theolain needs a distraction from a brewing bad mood! Come down and say hello!

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