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The Gnarled Oak

Built twenty-three years ago by Daric Thorn, a travelling woodsman who returned with coin and a badly burned cloak, the tavern began as a single-room inn beneath an old oak. After a winter blaze gutted half the roof, the town rallied to rebuild it as an adventurer's waypoint. Daric ran the place for a decade before selling it to the current keeper. Over the years it became known as a safe place to leave a horse, trade a map, and hire hands for small expeditions. The oak out front predates the tavern and is said to mark a crossroads used by hunters and hedge-witches long before the road existed.

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The Gnarled Oak

Built twenty-three years ago by Daric Thorn, a travelling woodsman who returned with coin and a badly burned cloak, the tavern began as a single-room inn beneath an old oak.

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Mara Thornbrew

Tavernkeeper

Mara Thornbrew
Half-elfRanger

Keeper's Species

Half-elf

History

Built twenty-three years ago by Daric Thorn, a travelling woodsman who returned with coin and a badly burned cloak, the tavern began as a single-room inn beneath an old oak. After a winter blaze gutted half the roof, the town rallied to rebuild it as an adventurer's waypoint. Daric ran the place for a decade before selling it to the current keeper. Over the years it became known as a safe place to leave a horse, trade a map, and hire hands for small expeditions. The oak out front predates the tavern and is said to mark a crossroads used by hunters and hedge-witches long before the road existed.

Quirks

The tavern keeps a running tally on a long wooden peg board behind the bar instead of paper tabs; customers hammer in a peg for each debt and remove it when they pay. A raven named Bristle perches on the rafters and collects shiny trinkets left accidentally on tables. The hearth sometimes pops in patterns the older patrons call 'warning ticks' and will fall silent whenever someone enters with truly bad intentions. Owner Mara hums an old hunting tune when she trusts a new face.

Lore

Locals believe the oak by the door offers a modest blessing to those who sleep beneath its branches; hunters who cut an offering from the tree before heading out are said to have better luck returning. Old wives tell a story of a small iron token buried under the tavern's hearth by the first owner to 'keep the cold from the bones' — the token is said to crackle softly when a true danger approaches. The tavern's bulletin board has become an informal ledger of small-time guild activity: escorts requested, relics flagged as 'not yet cursed', and scouts seeking company for low-risk ruin raids.

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