Taverns were known to house drunkards, thieves, sellswords, and all sorts of unsightly folk, but this Tavern was different. This Tavern, with it’s warm stone walls and exposed rafters was different. There was something…magical about it.
The Mead was always fresh, the air always clean, and the rolls always warm. All sorts of folk gathered here to feast upon delicious stews and trade tales of past and present, but most folk came to gaze upon the enchanted tavern mistress. With her warm gaze and gentle words, she captured the hearts of the Folk of Sevenwaters.