Come on in, come on in! You look thirsty. Pull up a stool and let me pour you a drink. What's your poison? Whiskey? Wine? No matter, we have it all here! *polishes glass with a dirty rag*
What's that? You say you read about our humble establishment in some kind of guidebook? Mind if I take a look? Inner Sea Taverns, hmm? Interesting...
Cayden's tankard, this book is something else! Not only does it have information about a tavern's menu and owner, there's also a map for some of these bars! And it even tells you about a tavern's customers! I wouldn't want my patrons to find out about this, that's for sure.
I can't say as I've been all around the Inner Sea, but I did my fair share of traveling before I bought this place. Let's see if I've heard of any of these places.
Ha! Here! The Whispering Stone in Osirion. They say if you kiss the lips of the stone statue that stands in the middle of its open-air pavilion, you'll have luck in love. Don't you believe it! After a few mugs of their pink hibiscus punch, I pulled a chair over to that hunk of rock and planted one right on its mouth. The next thing I remember is waking up in a nearby stable with my face in some camel's fur! True, I later bought that camel and she got me alive out of a number of scrapes in the Parched Dunes, but I wouldn't call that true love!
Oh, and here's the Porthmos Club over in Taldor! Full of snooty nobles who wouldn't give the likes of you or me a second glance if they saw us on the street. But they still need a place to drink and gamble, don't they? Ha! I was actually a senator's aide for a day in Oppara—that's a story for another time—and had to purchase a brand-new doublet just so they would let me in. And with my own coin no less! Truth be told, that was the finest bar I've ever been thrown out of.
I can't believe it, this book even has the rules for a handful of pub games! Why, I haven't played bootbeer in ages. I think I have an old dented helmet in the back from my days in the Molthune militia if you want to go a few rounds. Beer's on the house! No? Suit yourself, then.
Well, friend, I have to tell you that this book is amazing. I wonder who took the time to put this together. No matter. Say, before you leave, keep an eye out for this pale half-elf that's been skulking around town. He's nothing but trouble. There's a sketch of him on the notice board, but you really can't miss him—I don't think he's ever covered up his chest in his life!