“This place looks like it used to be a warehouse or something” said Dirk, as he wolfed down his second plate of beef stew.
“It did” said Makaria. “Don’t you know the tale?”
“Tell us” grunted Dirk.
“A few generations ago this belonged to the Shore Wind Merchant House, but it was devastated in an orc raid. An adventurer called Darryl Orcslayer was then given the warehouse as a reward by the survivors of the trading family, after he pursued them. Darryl died many years ago, but the tavern remains in his family: the current owner is his , great-granddaughter, Glenys.”
“That explains the….unusual…..décor then” sniffed Rhistal. He gestured towards the assorted weapons, armour and trophies which adorned the walls.
“Yes” continued Makaria, “It does tend to be patronised by any adventuring types visiting the area. See that stone column over there?” She pointed towards a pillar set in the middle of the floor. On it were inscribed lists of names, which Dirk had noticed earlier.
“Who were they all?” he asked.
“The names and marks of patrons who have died in battle or disappeared on a quest. Any toast given in the tavern must include a libation to ‘those who have fallen before us’.”
“A grand custom” said Dirk. “Should I save some time and just put your name on it now Rhistal?”