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TavernesVersion originale
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Tiede penombre et boissons chaudes vous accueillent alors que vous fuyez le froid pour entrer au %nt, souriant a la serveuse qui porte une choppe de biere prete pour le premier assoiffe...& C'est un soulagement d'entrer au %nt, a l'abri de l'air glacial d'ete. Vous sentez qu'une tasse de grog serait une bonne chose...& Vous entrez au %nt, sentant les ombres envelopper votre visage...& 413 caractères dont 1 inutilisé
You shake the rain from your shoulders and enter the %nt, hoping for a place where you can at last rest and dry out...& A burst of the cold summer rain follows you into the %nt, and you follow the many paths of muddy footprints to the bar...& Dripping from the cold summer tempest outside, you enter the %nt, relieved to have found shelter...&
Although the sun isn't shining, the chill has frozen your clothes to your back like a second skin. As you close the door to the %nt your eyes search for a warm dark corner in which to rest...& It is uncomfortably cold and dry in the %nt, almost as bad as the chilly summer day outside...& You walk into the %nt from the cold, cloudy day, welcomed by the other patrons sequestered away from the elements...&
En entrant au %nt, des rires chaleureux et des discussions joyeuses vous accueillent. Des torches le long des murs eclairent la froide nuit d'ete...& Le vent glacial de la journee a cesse pour laisser place a une agreable nuit fraiche. Les torches sur les murs du %nt eclairent de nombreux visages...& La nuit d'ete est plus froide que la journee. Vous entrez au %nt, cherchant quelque chose de chaud...& 428 caractères dont 1 inutilisé
Vous entrez au %nt, encourage par l'odeur de nourriture epicee, et comptant vous detendre au soleil...& L'ardent soleil d'automne disparait quand vous entrez au %nt. Des rires, des tintements de verres, et des bruits de casseroles vous accueillent...& Les habitants se sont retrouves au %nt pour celebrer une bonne saison d'ete. Leur exuberance est contagieuse. Formidable, pensez vous, cette stupide chanson a boire ne va plus me quitter...& 473 caractères dont 5 inutilés
You enter the %nt and shake the chill rain from your shoulders, hoping for a fire of some sort to dry yourself...& Cold wind and rain follow you into the %nt like a beggar. You wipe your wet shoulders and head as you head for the fireplace...& Shivering from the cold autumn tempest, you escape into the %nt. Other miserably wet people have gathered in dripping groups...&
La taverne du %nt est coloree et bien eclairee, compare aux nuages froids et sombres dans le ciel...& Vous echappez a ce jour nuageux d'automne en entrant au %nt, attire par l'odeur du pain cuit comme par un charme.& Par un jour d'automne couvert comme celui-ci, le %nt est tres peuple, et vous voyez pourquoi. Ca doit elever l'esprit...& 363 caractères dont 2 inutilisés
Vous entrez dans le %nt, en vous frottant pour vous rechauffer. La taverne est tres animee...& Par cette nuit d'automne glaciale, le %nt est particulierement acueillant. Vous sentez les pommes cuites dans la cuisine et songez a commander votre premiere choppe...& L'odeur chaleureuse du tabac et de la nourriture vous attirent dans le %nt par cette froide nuit d'automne...& 406 caractères dont 8 inutilisés
You enter the %nt, feeling the hearth fire slowly chasing away the chill that has crept into your bones from this winter's day...& It is a freezing day, and the red-cheeked townspeople in the %nt drink their mulled wine to a toast for a long hibernation...& The winter sunlight shining through the %nt windows helps little compared to the roaring fireplace to warm your chilled body...&
You close the door on the cold and rub your hands together, warming them. Ahead of you the innkeeper of the %nt hails you welcome, holding a steaming mug of mulled wine...& Great billows of wind follow you into the %nt like a shadow. The floor is wet with the footprints of the patrons...& Mulled wine is the featured drink today in the %nt. You shake the cold from your shoulders and think that nothing could sound better...&
The bright colors of the interior of the %nt add life to the otherwise gray day...& You enter the %nt and your frozen senses revive to the smell of fresh baked bread and the sound of the patrons laughing with the serving wench...& The serving wench is passing other patrons mugs of warmed mulled wine as you enter the %nt from the cold, cloudy day...&
You enter the %nt out of the frozen winter night, making your way closer to the fire...& The %nt seems to be the last bastion of warmth and light against the arctic darkness outside...& Rubbing your hands briskly together, you enter the %nt. The fireplace is so grand in the room, in short time you feel almost too warm...&
The chill breath of spring follows you into the %nt, bringing with it the smell of bloomed flowers and ice fresh air...& Through the open door and windows, all the smells of spring come into the %nt and the freeze of the winter months fly out...& You walk into the %nt, immediately wishing you were again out in the cool spring day...&
You enter the %nt and wipe your rain soaked head on a small towel offered by the serving wench. Outside the rare spring shower continues...& You are dripping wet as you enter the %nt, but then again, so are most of the rest of the patrons. The bar wench is busily passing out towels as well as drinks...& You can still hear the spring tempest outside, beating against the walls of the %nt...&
The %nt's colorful interior adds life to the otherwise gray spring day...& Despite the rather cloudy conditions outside, the atmosphere inside the %nt is extremely lively. Someone could even get hurt...& You leave the overcast spring day and enter the %nt. The smell of simple baked breads coming from the kitchen seems like an invitation to stay.&
You enter the %nt, searching for a clear table at which you can relax on this cool spring night...& The %nt is like a beacon in the cool spring night, full of torch light, clinking glasses, and the aromas of the kitchen...& It is a cool spring night outside, but you have no need to seek out the fireplace on entering the %nt. The tobacco smoke and smell of new bread trickles out the open windows...&
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