Amethyst and Steel: An Erotic High Fantasy Romance by Serena Silverlake

Author:Serena Silverlake [Silverlake, Serena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0B2WV8W7K
Goodreads: 61249063
Published: 2022-05-30T14:00:00+00:00

The Blackbird and the Battle-elf

The colorful, hand-painted sign which marked the Tipsy Cow tavern swung on its chains in the wind, but the golden light and laughter pouring out of the door onto the street were as inviting as a coinlass in a Cerulean brothel. A gentle snow had begun to fall, and the noise and cheer spilling from the tavern onto the street was an oasis of comfort on a wintery night.

“Here we are,” declared Elemiel, staring fondly at the battered wooden door that marked the tavern’s entrance.

“An adventurer’s bar?” Asper asked. “I can’t say that I’m surprised,” he chuckled. “Lead on then, Elemiel the wild-hearted.”

The inside of the Tipsy Cow was packed with people; adventurers, hangers-on, clients, and even the just plain curious all gathered together to escape the storm brewing outside. Robed mages and armored clerics rubbed shoulders with tattooed berzerkers and clever-fingered thieves, while druids with antler-crowns and clouds of butterflies tried to keep their animal companions from stealing food from tables.

People wore all kinds of outlandish dress—they passed by one girl with long, dark hair sporting a truly daring set of armor that looked like it might be more at home on the beach than in an adventurer’s bar during a blizzard. The girl in the armor-bikini sat at a table next to two of her compatriots, a redheaded lass with dark eye-makeup and a night-skinned dark elf with curly hair the color of bone. The trio looked strangely familiar, but Elemiel couldn’t quite put her finger on where she’d seen them before.

Weapons hung from the taproom’s walls, and there was a stuffed wyvern’s head hanging above the large hearth. The fireplace roared with a magnificent blaze that would’ve done the maw of a dragon proud. The common tables were packed, as was the bar along the back.

Elemiel grabbed Asper’s hand and pulled him through the busy room. There was a general air of madcap comradeship about the place that warmed her heart as much as the fire warmed her flesh. The Tipsy Cow was the sort of place where you could punch someone in the face and buy them a beer to apologize with no hard feelings afterward.

Elemiel had spent countless nights in this place with the rest of Golden Bower getting roaring drunk on mead and blueberry wine. She hadn’t come back often after she’d married Erik and left the band, and she’d certainly never brought a date here. But with Asper... well, Elemiel thought that he might appreciate the atmosphere. As it happened, she was right.

“This place,” Asper declared, watching a bearded dwarven woman wearing a pair of thick spectacles arm-wrestle a trollkin berzerker into submission, “is fucking amazing.”

“I can’t believe you’ve never been here before,” Elemiel said, shouting to be heard over the bard plucking out a rousing ballad on the common room’s small stage.

Asper shrugged. “The Friendly Dragon over in the Golden Point District is my usual go-to adventuring bar.”

Elemiel just laughed. “The Friendly Dragon? Of course it would be. You’re so very posh, Your Highness.

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