The Tavern
Outside the tavern called The Copper Ox, the weather was absolutely dreadful. The thick rain beat against the three-story building in a deluge that seemed to make the roof itself groan under its weight. It was freezing, too–unusually so for this time of year–and thus everyone had rushed inside to seek shelter and warmth–both from the roaring fire in the hearth and from the potions the barkeep made from spirits in dusty glasses.…



