The Roosting Griffon Inn
The guard at the gate asks cursory questions, and waves you in. "The Griffon roosts soundly tonight--just travelers, no caravans. See it stays so."
The Inn itself is built in the fashion of a longhouse. A large roasting pit sits in the midst of the room with a stone chimney venting the smoke out. Six tables surround the pit in a circle, and wooden barrels lines the walls, two are tapped. Horn carved mugs hang on leathern thongs from nails struck in nearby support timbers. A black pot hangs and bubbles over tidy coals. One could wish for a larger fire in this weather.
Beyond the hall lie carved doors and a stair that leads to an upper living area. A gold banner hangs from the upper railing featuring a ram's head with abnormally long and thick horns. The proprietor, Farl, a thick shouldered man with a blonde but graying beard sits at a table with a local farmer and his son. Beside them are several woven baskets of winter squash. His coloring reveals him to be of Illuskan descent, like Olaf. Not fart removed from what Southron Tethyrians and Chondathans would regard as barbarism. Perhaps a few centuries ago his ancestors would have sat in a house similar to this with round wooden shield and broad cold iron swords assessing their strengths and planning for Spring raiding.
At another table sit two men and a woman that wear layers of animal hides, carry coarse jute sacks. They are black of hair and light of eye--Uthgart. They have been permitted to keep their arms, hand axes, belt knives, bows, and spears leaned against freshly tarred wooden walls.
Finally, three men sit at a table--their staves and packs laid against the wall behind them. Five odd bottles sit between them as they take to their trenchers. These bottled seem to have their bottom halves wreathed in straw of some kind.
Longhorn family members are happy to help you make your arrangements (standard rates apply) and you soon sit staring into a hollowed rye loaf, the center removed and filled with what is mostly vegetable and barley soup likely flavored with a beef bone, and a horn mug of steaming spiced wine.
What do you do?