Locals say the tankard over the door was once filled by a wandering paladin who blessed the house; since then, many fledgling heroes took their first contracts here. Old-timers insist the back room floorboard creaks in a pattern like footsteps that aren't human—some claim it's the echo of a guardian spirit bound to protect those who swear oaths in the hall. The tavern’s ledger contains the names of dozens of adventuring parties; a few names are smudged out, and a handful are circled in a shorthand Mera refuses to explain.