Firestone Tavern

The Firestone Tavern sits crookedly at the end of a muddy street, its walls bearing half a new coat of paint, in the process of being applied. A scaffold stands along the front, reaching the second floor, facilitating the painting. It looks like no one’s worked on the facade for several days now, as if someone lost interest halfway through. The door are all made out of solid oak, heavy and braced against the returning Graypeak winters.
     The tavern itself contains a main tap room, two private rooms, a kitchen, and a supply closet on the first floor, with the rooms of Jethil Roadscot, its owner, on the second floor. The taproom contains seating for up to 40 occupants, and the private rooms can each comfortably hold 15, although the only times the taproom comes even close to filling up are on holidays. One of the private rooms, however, fills up once a week as a group of couriers, organized by Snam Sapphireseeker, meet with the goal of forming a couriers guild. Often, the sound of heated discussions and great mirth alike can be heard streaming from the private room at such times.
     Recently, several shady figures have been seen coming and going from the back door of the tavern, and local business owners suspect some kind of organized crime blackmailing for protection money. The truth, however, is much stranger, Jethil Roadscot has recently embarked upon an attack ad campaign against the Loon’s Lagoon, and has been sending her servers on tasks of corporate espionage.

Parent Location

The Market