Locals tell of a small willow grove half a mile from the inn where a stag once led a lost hunter to safety. The inn keeps a carved wooden stag at the bar as a token of gratitude; placed on a table it marks a subtle hospitality tradition—people seated at a table with a stag token are treated with courtesy. Superstitious folk also say the inn's cellar was once part of a druid's storehouse; herbal jars occasionally appear among the wine casks. Nothing arcane remains obvious, but the marsh lights and the half-burnt templar flyer suggest older things lurk just beyond the road.