Griffon’s Roost Bar Staff
Torlin Hobb
Role: Head Cook
A stout, quiet man with a barrel chest and a perpetual scowl, Torlin is a former army mess-sergeant who has cooked for everything from mercenary bands to noble entourages. He doesn't speak much, but his food speaks for itself. Keeps a cleaver on his belt—not just for chopping meat. Loyal to Berringer and trusts Violet implicitly. Rumored to have once poisoned a noble on contract, though no one dares ask him directly.
Penny Gryst
Role: Server and Bookkeeper
A whip-smart woman in her late thirties with a crooked smile and fast hands—Penny keeps the ledgers cleaner than the floors. Former grifter and card sharp, reformed (mostly), recommended by Wonderful as someone "too useful to let go to waste." She’s better with numbers than most scribes and has a sharp eye for cheating customers and shady coin.
Dovin Redhook
Role: Bouncer and Floor Manager
A massive man with auburn hair, broken nose, and the calm of a coiled spring. Former pit-fighter turned quiet professional. Dovin is deeply loyal to Stevelan Reno, who pulled him out of the underground circuits. He keeps the peace with a glance, but when violence is needed, he handles it with grim efficiency. Keeps a cudgel behind the bar, though his fists are often enough.
Liska Thornwill
Role: Server and Informal Music Coordinator
A bright-eyed young woman with a knack for singing and getting people to talk. Liska was recommended by Stevelan Reno, who described her as "pleasant, presentable, and knows how to keep ears open without flapping her mouth." She schedules and scouts performers and sometimes sings herself—when she’s not quietly gathering gossip worth passing upward.
"Nudge"
Role: Runner, Utility, and Errand Boy
A wiry, sharp-eyed young half-orc male, Nudge is quick with his feet and quicker with excuses. He hauls casks, scrubs floors, runs messages, and knows which door creaks at what time. Rescued from the gutter by Wonderful and fiercely loyal to her. Keeps a sling and three lead shot in his apron, "just in case." Still a little awkward around nobles, but learning fast.
Brakka
Role: Barmaid
A tall, strong half-orc woman with a booming laugh and a stare that stops trouble before it starts. Brakka works the taproom floor with ease—friendly when she wants to be, intimidating when she needs to be. Grew up working in back-alley taverns in Bard’s Gate and sees this new job as a step up. Loyal to Violet, but watches everyone with a bouncer’s instincts. Her idea of a good time is a clean bar, full mugs, and cracking a troublemaker’s ribs if necessary.
t. Would you like a short write-up of the ceremony’s tone, wording, or any unique rites or prayers Stevelan Reno might use—especially if he’s tying it to a specific deity, tradition, or personal philosophy? I can make it solemn, humorous, rustic, or anything in between.
You said:
short write up, solemn overall but a touch of humor. something to the effect of may the house win more than it looses.
ChatGPT said:
Here’s a short write-up of the consecration of the Griffon’s Roost by Stevelan Reno, with a solemn tone and just the right touch of wry humor:
Consecration of the Griffon’s Roost
In the quiet hour before the doors opened and the ale began to flow, Stevelan Reno stood in the center of the taproom, surrounded only by the staff and a few trusted companions. The fire crackled low, casting soft light on the stone hearth and polished bar.
He raised a modest cup of dark wine and spoke clearly, his voice carrying the weight of tradition, purpose, and a subtle smile.
"May this place serve those who need it—be they warrior, wanderer, or fool.
May the hearth burn clean, the drink run honest, and the floor stay mostly dry.
Let quarrels be settled with words, or failing that, with clean fists and not blades.
May laughter find its way here often, and sorrow find a soft corner to rest.
And above all—"
(he paused, glancing toward the bar with a wry grin)
"—may the house win more than it loses."
With that, he poured a splash of wine onto the floor and touched the bar’s edge in silent blessing. The staff said nothing, but each understood—it was a beginning. One rooted in purpose, grit, and just a little luck.
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