One for the Road
Better safe than sorry, two more and I'll close out, one for me and one for the road."Why do you keep doing that? It's just a silly old superstition" The dragonborn Thurgoth shook his head at his friend's peculiarity. In some places it was a mug of ale, others a glass of wine or whiskey, regardless of the drink it seemed a damn shame to just pour it out like that. The worst part was, his halfling friend didn't even make an offering to anyone in particular. It was always just "One for the road." Probably why the tradition had died off in most parts a century or more ago. What kind of prayer was just cast into the void? And what god would bother answering?
It is likely One for the Road started, as some things are known to, as a misunderstanding of a local colloquialism. It is a traditional dwarven custom to offer a departing trader "one for the road" a token that they can drink to remind themselves of home, or in the case of a foreign trader, thanks for business and hope of return. Of course, when a gullible human is told that dwarves mean everything literally and then gets a mug of mead "for the road" you can see how things could get confusing. The legend goes the human trader poured the mug out on the road before setting out from the dwarf city. His next journey was both the easiest and most profitable of his career. So of course he did it again, and again, and again. Whenever this nameless trader was asked about his success he cited that as long as he kept taking care of the road, the road would take care of him. Others witnessed his odd "tradition" and decided to copy it, and they also saw success. And so the legend grew. For thousands of years the tradition continued. Recently there has been a fall-off in the tradition, likely because many trade routes now have roving patrols and established waypoints. It fell off even more after the Twilight Trade was established.