47th day of winter of the year 511AV, 20th bell and 30th chime.
Ethen was celebrating his thirteenth birthday and to celebrate. Ethen's brother decided to have a party in the The Rearing Stallion Tavern. "I hope the party will not be too big and why didn't I asked to have the brithday at The White Swan Inn. Oh well" thought Ethen to himself. Ethen walked from his home in the Dyres District. Ethen traveled through the cobblestone open air streets with the hood of his cloak up to protect against the harsh cold of winter and soon arrived to The Rearing Stallion Tavern.
When Ethen arrived to the The Rearing Stallion Tavern. Ethen saw a short apartment that didn't had the best upkeep. The apartment had a red brick and with a old oak door that had hanging over it was a dangling red and white sign depicting a rearing stallion and the simple word 'tavern'. The windows was single pane of glass which some of the windows was broken for one reason or another. The roof had a single chimney. The smells of the tavern ranged from pleasant to a foul insult to the senses to Ethen's nose. The sounds was muffled by the building but still clear to Ethen. The sounds was orders of liquor, threats of fighting that didn't go anywhere or loud and drunk flirting that wasn't successful.
Ethen walked up to the door of the tavern and pushed the door and went through the threshold into the pub. When Ethen enter in the main room and saw men and women laughing for one reason or another while others was quiet and with their hoods up. Suddenly Ethen's oldest brother name was Jespar roared to Ethen. "Happy brithday brother! Thirteenth year and a true man! Free mead for everyone on me!" said Jasper with his overcovert voice. Ethen came over to his brothers that took a table in the center in the room. Ethen hugged by the second oldest brother, Guthale and said quietly "Happy birthday Ethen".