The Drunken Quest tavern is now open!
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, the moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, the road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor. Wayfarers come from far and wide, up to the old inns door. They come from far and wide, all dressed up in their finest hide. Clapping to the sound of showering rain, with an ale as rich as the highest thane, come to the Drunken Quest; grab a seat and settle your bane, and join us in our drinking game!