The Silk Houses were a lovely section of Stormbreak, filled with color and light even in the darkening twilight. Music filled the street every time a door to one of the many establishments to pleasure and vice was opened, and whatever else was occurring in the heights of the Tower, here the citizens came to forget about their troubles and focus on the present moment. While there were women and men walking the streets who were clearly inviting business transactions of a certain sort, there were also buildings that served as bars, restaurants, alehouses, and teashops.
It was to one of the restaurants that the pair found their way, a stately and elegant edifice several stories tall from which delectable aromas wafted even before they had entered its doors. The dress code was, fortunately, relaxed, though quite a few of its customers had dressed up in more formal clothing for a night out at the Argent Bow. Enough wore regular clothes that Hadama and Lena did not stand out, though there were a few whispers of surprise and smiles of welcome and gratitude for the Celestine's Caretaker as some of the patrons recognized her.
The silver weapon that gave the restaurant its name hung behind the bar counter on the first floor, but the waiter led them upstairs to the second where they could sit overlooking the common area below with a little less noise to disturb their meal. A violinist played quiet accompaniment with a cello below them, tucked discretely into a corner, and the music was a pleasant counterpoint to the buzz of conversations around them.
"Do you have any recommendations?" Hadama askedLena as the waiter handed them menus and then slipped discretely away until they were ready to make their orders. "What is Stormbreak known for?" As Torchline was known for its fresh seafood.
It was to one of the restaurants that the pair found their way, a stately and elegant edifice several stories tall from which delectable aromas wafted even before they had entered its doors. The dress code was, fortunately, relaxed, though quite a few of its customers had dressed up in more formal clothing for a night out at the Argent Bow. Enough wore regular clothes that Hadama and Lena did not stand out, though there were a few whispers of surprise and smiles of welcome and gratitude for the Celestine's Caretaker as some of the patrons recognized her.
The silver weapon that gave the restaurant its name hung behind the bar counter on the first floor, but the waiter led them upstairs to the second where they could sit overlooking the common area below with a little less noise to disturb their meal. A violinist played quiet accompaniment with a cello below them, tucked discretely into a corner, and the music was a pleasant counterpoint to the buzz of conversations around them.
"Do you have any recommendations?" Hadama asked
