Jaebirdy

At the inn, there was a lull for once. The night was winding down and all the occupants left were either so intoxicated they could barely stand, or still draining the last drops from their shot glasses and tankards of ale. Smoke still hung like a thick almost opaque curtain, veil-like even. Over in their secluded corner, the nobles were having their weekly game of cards. It always started out a frivolous and gay affair, then wound down until only the serious and determined remained. The players had dwindled down to three gamblers and their purses were either depleted or swollen. The fair Lady Marissa, resplendent in silks, feathers and dr