The hearth is lit, the ale is cold, and business is steady. I’ve seen empires rise and fall from this very bar, and let me tell you—the only thing you can truly rely on is a warm roof and your own wits.
To the travelers passing through the outpost tonight: Mind your manners and your coin. I know exactly what you're hiding in those packs, so don't bother lying to me. 😉
Does anyone else feel like the air has been a bit too heavy lately? Or am I just getting old and cynical?