Cobblestone Tavern Novels & Stories

"Though I doubt you called me out in the freezing cold just to eat." "There is a small tavern just past the stone bridge," Charles said, gesturing toward a timber building with a glowing rune sign. "The FSB Lodge. They serve marrow-broth buns stuffed with mountain crab. I suspect you haven't had a proper meal since the audit began." We entered the warm, dimly lit tavern. The innkeeper recognized Charles instantly, bowing low before leading us into a private, rune-shielded alcove overlooking the frosted riverbank. Within minutes, a steaming bamboo basket and two clay bowls were set on the low oak table.