Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you got
Taking a break from all your worries
It sure would help a lot
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your nameAlfarr stood behind a long wooden bar, watching as patrons slowly began to fill into the tavern for the night. Listening to the din of conversation and the crackle of a warm fire. Soon they would come. With the setting of the sun, the mine would close for the night and the ships would likely already be making for port. The Shopkeepers would be closing their doors and travelers from afar would be seeking shelter and a stiff drink.
And they're always glad you came
You want to be where you can see
The troubles are all the same
You want to be where everybody knows your name
Cheers
The Hoghead Tavern
The life of a barkeep was simple, and Alfarr enjoyed it. It was a far cry from his younger days as a crusader; fighting in the name of God to crush accursed Ayyubids. Though those times were best left forgotten, for nothing good had come of them. Near the front of the bar a bell chimes signaling more guests. It wouldn't be long now. Reaching under the bar Alfarr pulls out more tankards, readying for the night ahead.