The Snake's Head Tavern The green tape has led you to a tavern that seems to be right out of the middle ages. Trestle tables are scattered around the room. The floor is strewn with filthy straw, and smoky torches provide the only light. A grossly overweight tavernkeeper in a filthy apron limps over to a pit where a huge boar is roasting. He plunges a carving knife into the meat and hacks off a chunk which he stuffs in his mouth with dirty fingers. A bit of drool rolls down his stubbled chin and lands on the boar. Sickened, you decide not to take your chances on the food here, as the keeper exits through a curtain to the east.
The green tape has led you to a tavern that seems to be right out of the middle ages. Trestle tables are scattered around the room. The floor is strewn with filthy straw, and smoky torches provide the only light. A grossly overweight tavernkeeper in a filthy apron limps over to a pit where a huge boar is roasting. He plunges a carving knife into the meat and hacks off a chunk which he stuffs in his mouth with dirty fingers. A bit of drool rolls down his stubbled chin and lands on the boar. Sickened, you decide not to take your chances on the food here, as the keeper exits through a curtain to the east.
Sickened, you decide not to take your chances on the food here, as the keeper exits through a curtain to the east.