Post by Father on Jun 22, 2024 7:47:34 GMT 1
A tall, timbered building that has stood on an island in the Honeywine, close to the Citadel, it is connected by a plank bridge to the rest of the city. The owner, a rotund man by the name of Jax, claims that the inn has stood for over 500 years and never closed a day. It has a spacious common room that can hold a hundred men if huddled together close, as well as torchlit terrace by the River. It is known for such a fearsomely strong Cider that some locals joke that it culls the stupid acolytes by way of tumbling into the River while drunkenly trying to find their way back to the Citadel.