NPC
Orde
Orde. I keep the inn, the keys, the tabs, the spilled ale, and most of the road's better gossip after sunset. If something came through Antler Gate tired, frightened, rich, dishonest, or all four, there is a fair chance I heard about it.
Conversation
In Their Words
The inn is warm in all the practical ways and suspicious in all the useful ones. Orde watches the room with the nervous precision of someone who has survived by noticing trouble before it finishes sitting down.
You can buy stew, a bed, or a warning. The warning is often the better bargain.