You look weary, traveler. Come, sit, and I'll get you a bowl of my finest broth!
Tales of The Black Tower Barista
'Twas a tale as ancient as when it was told; When the mighty beast was tamed. 'Twas the Knight of Legend, with a blade of gold; to whom the fame was claimed.
It was that time of year once again. The time when adventurers and townsfolk alike wore thick layers to stave off the cold; and when the scent of a dozen different baked goods and sweets dominated the air.
