Know, O thou kind Jericho hosts, that in days of yore and in ages long ago, on a night much like this, a great change stirred.
In our tale, the wealthy and influential did plot and scheme. Four armies of Cindus’Thalan converged on each other on what is now The Eternal City, all reaching for power. Before them all stood a great Stranger standing alone in a tent, inviting the leaders inside. The tent was filled with delicious food, drink and song. Suddenly, the Stranger extended his will, vowing no further blood would be shed on this land for a ten years. With no war to fight, the leaders decided to remain, ready to fight at a moment’s notice. Over time, the differences between the nations softened by the hospitality under the tent, and the war never continued again.
My name is Ardeth bey, I am the leader of my tribe and today, we come to offer our renowned hospitality while your guilds, guards, and leaders make council. We of the Nuwebai Tribe have travelled untolded distances through your Skein gates to find goods, stories, adventure and allies. As a gift from a special Stranger among us, (similar to tales of old), we stay our swords and magics. Instead we welcome song and stories, drinks and dancing, games and gambling. We have heard tell that this is a time of rebuilding and rekindling of friendships within Jericho and we come to raise up a great Pavilion to both entertain and entice you. To you we offer drinking, dancing, gambling and trade. Like us, the citizens of Jericho do not live safe lives, and must be constantly aware of potential threats. So, for one night, we offer as a gift of friendship a place where swords will not be needed, but wit and intellect will be as sharp as any blade.
So please, come and share in the hospitality of the Fire Elves of the Newebai Tribe and listen to our tales while you spin your own.
– Ardeth bey, borne of the Sun