Tófa
A warm smile and a welcoming heart, some say this is truly Tófa's Inn.
After sickness took her own children, she cares for and guides her granddaughter Eydís not out of responsibility, but out of love.
Even when Torvin is red in the face from his own cider, he can expect no more harsh words than a kiss on the cheek and a quiet but stern hand guiding him to his bedchamber.
"This crust was made not by the hand of man or woman, but surely Gods own angels." - Nominoë, after trying the rabbit pie, prior to the Battle of Ballon, 845 AD
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