The Hearth & Hallow

Founded thirty years ago by a pair of retired caravan drivers, the Hearth & Hallow has served as a dependable stop on the road between the market town and the eastern villages. Marta took over after the deaths of the founders and, drawing on her past as a city cutpurse turned courier, rebuilt the inn into a cozy refuge where wayfarers, merchants, and the occasional adventuring band can rest without being preyed upon. Over the years the tavern has weathered skirmishes, a minor fire, and a local levy, each event leaving a small scar—bricked-over windows, a patched roof, and a salvaged signpost embedded in the floor near the hearth.

Tavern

The Hearth & Hallow

Founded thirty years ago by a pair of retired caravan drivers, the Hearth & Hallow has served as a dependable stop on the road between the market town and the eastern villages.

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Marta Greengill

Tavernkeeper

Marta Greengill
HumanRogue (ret.)

Keeper's Species

Human

History

Founded thirty years ago by a pair of retired caravan drivers, the Hearth & Hallow has served as a dependable stop on the road between the market town and the eastern villages. Marta took over after the deaths of the founders and, drawing on her past as a city cutpurse turned courier, rebuilt the inn into a cozy refuge where wayfarers, merchants, and the occasional adventuring band can rest without being preyed upon. Over the years the tavern has weathered skirmishes, a minor fire, and a local levy, each event leaving a small scar—bricked-over windows, a patched roof, and a salvaged signpost embedded in the floor near the hearth.

Quirks

Marta quietly keeps a ledger of 'favours owed'—not solely monetary debts. Regulars rub the small iron tree carving behind the bar for luck before a gamble or voyage. The tavern's cat, Ember, has a habit of stealing coins left on low tables and stashing them beneath the hearthstone.

Lore

Locals tell of a 'hallow' stone embedded under the hearth that absorbs a harrowing memory for anyone who sleeps above it. Whether myth or comfort, customers swear they sleep easier upstairs. The tavern sits on an old waymarker path—stories say that once every decade a wandering spirit leaves a single white feather on the sill as a blessing or a warning; no one can agree which.

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