Without question, the most local of thirst-quenching establishments in Goblin Town is the Scolt Head of Rune. It is a tav'rn like nay other. Open to serve, since forever and a day, under the intoxicated gaze of the Enchanter Atlas of the Dune.

All beings are welcome for a glass of fine ale, so long as they abide by one universal convention; that war remains at the door. As behind the guise of this unassuming young ser, is the strength of an ox & the patience of a sun cat.

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