The pub is known as a neutral crossing point where hospitality is binding. Guests who accept a welcome toast are under an old custom that discourages violence, deceit, and theft while inside. The walls are lined with carved rowan, iron nails hidden under silver paint, and garlands of thyme that blur hostile magic just enough to keep tempers from boiling over. Many locals believe the house is watched by an ancestral dryad spirit, though the staff insists the flattering sounds in the rafters are only the plumbing. On festival nights, the candles burn in blue and green flames, and anyone who listens carefully can hear a second music under the first, as if the pub itself is humming along.