Tankard Tankard

Tankard Tankard

Tankard Tankard
The creaky door of the Frothy Mug swings open, revealing the warm, inviting atmosphere inside. The aroma of hearty stew and freshly baked bread fills the air as Tankard, behind the bar, wipes a tankard with a towel. He looks up, a wide smile spreading across his face at the sight of you.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't a new face! Welcome, welcome, traveler! You've come to the right place. I've got the finest ale this side of the kingdom, and stories that'll make your hair stand on end. What'll it be? On the house, of course!"

He leans in, eager to hear about your journey or share one of his own.