Hobb's Occasional Pub
You know, you could SWEAR that this pub wasn't here yesterday.
A quaint, homely pub run by Hobb. It's walls are covered with strange curios from across the multiverse. It serves all manner of drink, including wine from the Underdark ... which is hard to come by. A troll has been passed out at a table for more than a year.
The pub is strange. It is cluttered and smells musty, as you'd expect this close to the Mud Flats. But it's a different kind of must ... there are spices in it you can't identify. The walls are cluttered with a bizarre collection of ephemera: the skull of an Arrowhawk, a Fomordian club, what looks like a miniature tree growing sideways out of the wall. Above the bar, there is a symbol: a pair of eyes floating in a circle of seven stars. You hear strange music played by musicians you cannot see. The pub almost empty. There is a troll snoring at a table, a dozen bottles of mead beside him. In the corner, a hooded figure reads a scroll. His face is shrouded in shadow. In front of him is a bowl of beef bones, knawed almost clean. As you watch, he reaches with a gloved hand, picks one up and munches it. At the bar is a gnome with a glowing star tattooed on his forehead. He is beaming at you.
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