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The halfling Ian Ironkettle can be seen all over Trolls Bane and in Greenbriar these days. He is busily bartering and buying dishes, pots and pans and hauling various foodstuffs towards the tavern. Many people passing by the tavern have observed him whistling a tune to himself and industriously cleaning the room and bringing it back into shape.

Right now he is standing in the door of the tavern and looking after Garth. He's smiling happily.

"My first guest. I just hope they all will be that content with my cooking. Maybe these humans have some good taste after all."

He disappears into the tavern and shows up a few minutes later, removing a previous sign and pinning a large parchment to the door that proclaims:

"The Fluffy Sheep Tavern & Kitchen to open soon. Freshly prepared food selected for your taste and health alongside with the finest beverages of the land. Suitable for all races alike."

Contently he watches his work before picking up his broom and attacking the tavern floor again with vigor.

Some parchments are posted in various places in Trolls Bane.

"To all farmers. The tavern is looking for various types of foodstuffs to supply our kitchen. If you have some harvest to offer, please contact me at the tavern for details.

Ian Ironkettle"

A parchment has been pinned at the board of Trolls Bane.


Ian Ironkettle,

it's good to hear that someone runs the tavern, yet I haven't find any information about your allowness nor how much tax you pay to the king for using it.

Be so kind and enlighten me,

Tara Rosenzopf
Former member of the tavern crew

A note is pinned to the wall

Should you be in requirment of cups or plates or otherwise, we could work something out; my services for yours...

Eliron Sharid

PS; Your food is very good

Theres some more scribbling under the notes

Dear Tara

Rest assured that I have been granted express permission by his Majesty, King Tialdin in person. He has also charged me with finding more people interested in working the tavern. Though I believe the conditions of our agreement are not a matter of public concern.

I am sorry you didn't see my earlier attempts to find someone from the old tavern crew, if you want to continue your work there you are most welcome.


Ian Ironkettle

Es gibt eine Vereinbahrung.

Tialdin

~~<= MENU - SPEISEKARTE =>~~


~~ Drinks - Getränke ~~

Water - Wasser 1 cp
Apple cider - Apfelwein 3 cp
Wine - Wein 4 cp
Beer - Bier 5 cp
Mead - Met 6 cp


~~ Cold food - Kalte Speisen ~~

Bread - Brot 4 cp
Ham- Schinken 6 cp
Sausages - Würste 4 cp
Trout - Forelle 2 cp
Salmon - Lachs 2 cp


~~ Warm food - Warme Speisen ~~

Mushroom soup - Pilzsuppe 4 cp
Onion soup - Zwiebelsuppe 6 cp
Sausage meal - Wurstgericht 8 cp
Fish meal - Fischgericht 8 cp


~~~~

All our food is prepared for you fresh from best ingredients,
so it may happen that a dish is temporarily unavailable.

Alle unsere Speisen werden für Euch frisch aus besten Zutaten
zubereitet. So kann es vorkommen, daß ein bestimmtes Gericht
vorübergehend aus ist.

On a table in the tavernthere is a note. It reads:

Dis place got good eatin. It got good drinkin. Dis place make truble go way. Sausage meal go good wid beer, make Alkuurg go happy.


-Alkuurg Bloodburner

A note is neaty printed, and stuck to the front door of the tavern with the help of the Donf Blade. It's handwriting is a bite sloppy, but apparently took a long time to write, as the text is very bold.

The Note wrote: Dear Mr.Ironkettle.

I seek employment at the tavern. Tho I am only 10, i would wish nothing more to be a bar keep. Reasons are simple, you can hear good conversations in the tavern, and meet new friends. The pay from beer, and the simple joy of making brews is overwhelming. I know how to make Black Ale already, and all i need is for you to grant me the ability to open the tavern at selected times.

I promise to clean the bar up when i'm done, become a better brewer as time passes, not be a nuicence to the guest, pick my own hops, and get my own glasses and other tools if anything were to happen to my set.

Please take my application seriously,

With much insperation, Cappy

A parchment wrote:
"To all farmers. The tavern is looking for various types of foodstuffs to supply our kitchen. If you have some harvest to offer, please contact me at the tavern for details.

Ian Ironkettle"

The human blows a strawn of blonde hair out of his face while reading the note with interrest. His lips form a content smile while he tips his nose several times, blinking and pondering. Then he removes the note carefully
and puts it into his bag.

"This will get me started until I get better prospects"
he mumbles while walking through the streets smiling friendly his eyes on the lookout for the tavern owner.