Description
The Lion’s Pride Inn is the heart of Last Light, a two-story timber-framed building on the town’s central square with a carved wooden lion rampant mounted above the front door, its paint faded but its posture defiant. Inside, the common room is warm and crowded most evenings, lit by a large stone hearth and dozens of tallow candles dripping wax onto iron chandeliers. Long oak tables fill the floor, scarred by years of knife games, spilled drinks, and arm-wrestling matches. A fiddler plays most nights, and the regulars, mostly Witchguard soldiers and their families, sing along to old marching songs whether they know the words or not.
The ale is strong, the stew is thick, and the bread is baked fresh each morning. A chalkboard behind the bar lists the day’s offerings alongside a running tally of the current arm-wrestling champion. Upstairs, a narrow hallway leads to a half-dozen small but clean rooms available for rent, each furnished with a straw mattress, a wool blanket, and a washbasin. The inn is loud, unpretentious, and fiercely welcoming, the kind of place where strangers become regulars after a single evening and where the innkeeper remembers your name and your drink by your second visit.
Story
The party stayed at the Lion’s Pride Inn when they arrived in Last Light, where innkeeper Farley was expecting them and had prepared a room with a book and a coin in Session 37 - The Unbound One.