Post by Saya Shuri on Aug 4, 2007 11:36:58 GMT -5
The Boar's Head Tavern, thought the owner/bartender, was located in a perfect spot for an Inn - at precisely 7 1/2 blocks away from the south gate of the City of Splendors, Waterdeep. Close enough to the gate to tempt weary travelers, and yet still having access to a wide array of local populace that loved to eat out - and the Boar's Head was absolutely famous for it's fantastical food. the owner had hired cooks and chefs from as close as the Lord's house (that was particularly difficult, he remembered) and as far away as Amn, the Dales, and even from across the great seas from places almost unknown - places with names like Phlan and the Fell Coast and Icewind Dale. He got people traveling across half the world, just to try the food here.
And then there was the drink. He had three warehouses full of hundreds of imported goods, or homemade as gifts for his generosity of low prices. Wine, ale, beer, whiskey, brandy, rum, gin, even a new drink that he recently began importing from the Northern Barbarians of Icewind Dale called "vodka".
He walked around the commons, smiling at the few patrons visiting, and thought, "The low prices I charge...and I still manage to pay everybody and make a profit!" He chuckled to himself and returned to his beloved spot behind the bar, picked up a freshly laundered bar rag, and began to wipe a glass that shone so brightly in the well lit room that it was clearly as clean as it was going to get.
And then there was the drink. He had three warehouses full of hundreds of imported goods, or homemade as gifts for his generosity of low prices. Wine, ale, beer, whiskey, brandy, rum, gin, even a new drink that he recently began importing from the Northern Barbarians of Icewind Dale called "vodka".
He walked around the commons, smiling at the few patrons visiting, and thought, "The low prices I charge...and I still manage to pay everybody and make a profit!" He chuckled to himself and returned to his beloved spot behind the bar, picked up a freshly laundered bar rag, and began to wipe a glass that shone so brightly in the well lit room that it was clearly as clean as it was going to get.