The cold atmosphere of Caemlyn overwhelms you as you enter the city. The streets are packed with travelers and refugee's. After searching for hours for an availabe inn inside the city your searches provide to be fruitless. Not wanting to have to sleep on the streets. You search for an inn outside of Caemyln and your searches provide fruitless, that is until you find the Shimmering Steed. It is a plain inn that seems to have the least amount of customers at the time, but that still isn't saying much. The innkeeper seems reluctant to offer up any rooms, so for now your just going to have to wait for any rooms to open up.
The mood at the inn seems boisterous, almost festive. There is plenty to drink, and where there is ale and a lighthearted crowd, music, laughter, and games of chance quickly spring up. So many are crammed into the Shimmering Steed that the common room cannot contain all the guests, and tables have been set up in the stableyard to accommodate the overflow. There several open fires have been lit, to hold the wintery chill at bay and grant a cheery atmosphere. A fiddler plays as guests chatter and toss dice.
The crowd is mixed, a few wear the red of Queen Morgase's supporters, a few wear white in opposition, but mos don't openly display any affiliation. Those who have chosen sides avoid the company of their rivals, gathering in clusters at the opposite ends of the stableyard. The Inkeeper has forbidden any open strife on his property, and his men seem to have the muscle to make the order stick. So far, the antagonists have been content to shoot the occasional hostile glare across the yard at one another, avoiding more serious confrontations.
Strangers all in a strange city, you had found yourself engaged in light conversation with four other travelers.
(Feel free to introduce yourselves to the other characters, you can do anything reasonable here. Gamble, make friends, whatever. Just try not to start any fights while your in here.)