The Axe and Clever
On a normal weekday the Axe and Clever has two customers, Bren Underditch and Grom Stonehead . They are the perfect customers in that they drink plenty, eat any old slop put in front of them, and apart from the dwarf's snoring are quiet and well behaved. On a market day a few farmers might wander in seeking a bed for the night but none return. It's not that the Axe, as its only two patrons lovingly know it, is a dirty establishment or that its beds are uncomfortable, its more of an aura of menace that exudes from every timber and seeps from the cracks until even the stray dogs hold their bladders until they've passed. Others avoid it, choosing to sleep in haylofts or to share a platonic bed with someone they've just met rather than spend a night under the mossy thatch of the Axe (the fact that the Axe and Clever is one of the only thatch-roofed buildings in Dragsmund should give an indication as to the respect even the most depraved arsonist has for the inn. The most ardent firebug in a city known for its tendency to ignite fears the reputation of the Axe).
But Bren and Grom are special cases. Bren Underditch, the human of the pair, grew up in the mouldy spaces under one of the city's aqueducts so anything that isn't awash with mushrooms is fine by him, and Grom Stonehead, the dwarf spent the first part of his life sleeping next to the horse that gave him his family name. They are two men that have grown comfortable with discomfort, indeed they embrace it. It's this attitude that has won them a modicum of respect from the owner of the Axe and the reason they haven't been killed in their sleep and added to the stew.
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