At a Glance
Off the main streets of the Rivergate Ward is a humble slew of two-story wattle and daub homes that all house merchants retired from their days of travel. Some for just the day or week, others forever. Topped with simple gable roofs, the edifices are many a person's dream home, and yet to the merchants that live within, they cannot stave off the bitterness of living beyond the Noble Ward. Chimneys emit gentle wisps of smoke at all hours and, thanks to the street sweepers, the only scent that meets the nose is that of yeast from the bread to be served come suppertime. Each of these abodes seems to hug one another allowing little to no room for alleyways. The kindly folk here smile and wave as one passes, even making idle chatter about the weather and the family whence the opportunity arises.
Between these similarly-shaped homes is an inn, and a rather unsuspecting one at that. A small wooden sign protrudes onto the thin cobbled street. It reads, "The Silvered Spear Inn". Notably taller, it seems that someone had the idea to convert their home into a place for visiting guests. As such, it has become quite popular for noblemen and merchants to suggest their company stay the evening there rather than within their small guest rooms. The exterior boasted two windows upon the ground floor, and four upon the second and third each, giving the passerby an idea of how many rooms the Spear had to offer. Despite the size, the convenience of the location must have led to maximum occupancy during the holiday seasons.
Passing through the front door, one can easily identify that the place seems to be significantly smaller within. Ahead is a petite smiling woman seated at a desk with spectacles pushed up her nose. Before her is a rather large book with an inkwell and quill at the ready. The decor seemed to be quite plain yet not without purpose. The floor was hardwood and the trim seemed to match it. The walls, framed by the trim, were covered with a dark and lovely shade of emerald green that made relief fall to whoever encountered it. To the left is a doorway that appears locked. Strangely enough, the doorknob appears to have a strange silvery luster to it. To the right is an archway that leads to a visiting area with a fireplace and a window-view of the street. Above the mantle seemed to be the namesake of the inn, a silver-headed spear. Nearly six feet in length, it was far prouder a trophy than any beast or fish could ever hope to be. One could not help but wonder how exactly such a spear came to be. Three fainting couches and overstuffed chairs, all upholstered in a burgundy red, are spaced about a rug and small table. It was easy to imagine how cozy that must have been during the colder seasons. Behind the woman was a set of stairs that lead to two landings before reaching the next floor and, at the end of the hall, were two rooms across from one another that were numbered 1 and 2 respectively. As the woman stands, she begins to lead you upstairs with a ring bearing at least a dozen or so different keys, each etched with a number.
The woman would explain that there was, indeed, breakfast to be had within the parlor room. While the hallway's decoration was limited by the rug that ran along it, the interior of the room was surprisingly gracious. A queen-sized bed, wardrobe, and dresser awaited guests. A few simple landscape paintings hug upon the wall really breathed life into this otherwise simple room. From the window, one could see people moving about down on the street below.
The Silvered Spear offers guests a relaxing room to stay in with the appeal of being in the middle of a lovely street view and a pleasantly surprising breakfast of ham, biscuits, preserves, eggs, muffins, and bacon. The servants are easily found during the early parts of the evening, offering to assist guests in carrying luggage or leading their transportation to a carriage house for the evening.
One might suspect that this petite woman is the head of staff when, in reality, she is the owner and insists upon taking a big part of seeing to it that guests are satisfied with their stay. Perhaps in her early forties, she wears her red hair in an updo to keep it clean. Her face, lined with freckles, is heart-shaped and is seldom without a smile. Her attire is rather simple, for she wears a long skirt that allows her to get around easily especially considering the number of steps she traverses each day. Seemingly by herself, she runs the booking and escorts guests to their rooms. With the help of the staff, she sees to it that the guests are kept happy. In the mornings, she is found in the kitchen assisting in bringing out meals to the guests.
"When I first entered the Silvered Spear, I thought that suits of armor and retired weapons of warriors would be hung about the decor. To my surprise, a single, silvered polearm was above the mantlepiece. The woman who owns the inn, Bentone, explained that she used it to slay creatures of the night in her younger years. Quite humerous, she is!"
- Osgar Hale, Retired Merchant
Some patrons ask Miss Bentone where the strange, silvery spear above the mantle came from. To their humorous delight, she explains that she used to hunt vampires when she possessed the warmth and exuberance of youth.
Secrets & Rumors
Some people believe that Bentone's jest about the spear has some truth to it, for her father, Kelton, was said to be a warrior unmatched in skill. One night, he seemingly disappeared, leaving Bentone and her mother alone to fend for themselves. This leads people to believe that he may well have perished during a particularly deadly excursion.