Abandoned Inn

The Abandoned Inn was a place for congregation and rest, located in the Upper Trollfang before Danjirland. It contained several locations of note, including a public workshop and the Abandoned Inn crystal.

The Abandoned Inn was renovated and renamed the Hanging Inn, but the old name was reinstated shortly after. Prior to the renovations, wraiths roamed the upstairs and the attic.

Hunting

The Smuggling Tunnels ran underneath the Abandoned Inn. Wraiths, giant marmots and dark orcs populated the tunnels.

Tables

The Abandoned Inn had ten tables just north of the curtain on the west wall of main entrance. Ghostly waitresses took customers orders and delivered the food and drink several minutes later.

The ghostly waitress returns and puts a glass of water, a bowl of fruit, a roasted potato, a roasted chicken on the table. With a nod and a smile, she floats off.

a glass of white wine	175
a glass of red wine	175
a cup of tea	100
a glass of water	50
a tankard of ale	175
a bowl of fruit	150
a roasted potato	175
a batter-dipped onion	175
a thick thrak steak	200
a roasted chicken	200
a skewer of roasted vegetables	175
a wedge of cheddar cheese	150

Table names

Grey Ghost Table
Bombastic Banshee Table
Fleeing Phantom Table
Wrangled Wraith Table
Xenophobic Zombie Table
Flustered Flibbertigibbet Table
Amicable Apparition Table
Religious Revenant Table
Sloppy Specter Table
Shameful Shade Table

Tavern

In 2008 the tavern restocked its shelves. The tavern was just to the west of the main entrance.

A Glass of Djinn Gin	250 silvers
A Tankard of Pale Ale	175 silvers
A Cup of Herb Tea	100 silvers
Some Bogey Man's Brew	250 silvers
A Glass of Wight Wine	175 silvers
Some Barghest's Blue Ruin	250 silvers
A Mug of Spectral Cider	100 silvers

History

There was a diary in the office of the Abandoned Inn. It read:

Diary of Inger Natanial
Proprietor, the Abandoned Inn

After what seems like forever, saving every silver and making a number of hard sacrifices, we finally have enough money to buy the property for the Inn once more. The building has fallen into disrepair, is infested with rodents, orcs and wraiths, and will take quite a bit to fix back up, but I know that it will resume its former comfortable quality once again.

My wife is looking forward to opening a gift shop in the Inn. I tried to talk her out of it. My ears are still ringing.

I have hired a contracting crew to begin work on the Inn's restoration. While the local adventurers have done a marvelous job of keeping the wraith population down, my contractors have asked them to leave so that we might finish the job and get on with the work. We've closed the Inn to everyone save the workers, who are renovating as I write this.

Three of the contractors have been reserved by my wife to work exclusively on her gift shop. I did my best to explain the impracticality of this arrangement, but she was very vocal in her protests. The hearing is starting to return to my right ear.

The work is nearly complete! I am so very excited to see the Inn taking shape out of the wreckage it had fallen into. The floors have been repaired and resanded, tables have been added to the dining room, and we have added a tavern and gaming room to what used to be here. I have hired a good deal of new staff in anticipation of the work being done.

The gift shop is being redecorated for the second time, as my wife was unhappy with the way it turned out the first time. She was very vocal with her displeasure. On another note, I have had to replace a crate of glass wine goblets.

From my office, I can see the front door of the Inn. I know now that, within the next two hours, those doors will open, and the first new guests of my establishment will walk through them. The tables are set. The rooms are cleaned. (The gift shop is ready, finally.) My dream, our dream, is finally coming true.

We will continue to call it the Abandoned Inn, for that is what it has been known as. It is symbolic of the hope abandoned in ever seeing this day come to pass.

If only my daughter could have been here to see this day. It was her greatest desire to see this place restored, to hear happy voices echoing through the halls again. Her death left an empty place that I will never again be able to fill. I smile to think of how happy she would have been today, and am glad I could fulfill her dream. If only it were not too late for her to see it.

Giftshop

[Abandoned Inn, Gift Shop]
Crystal-decorated sconces hang from the walls of this little room. Cases filled with knick-knacks and souvenirs crowd each other for space, each trinket hung with a neat little price tag. Several shopkeepers hustle about, attending the merchandise, watched over by the eagle-eyed wife of the innkeeper. You also see a display case.
Obvious exits: south

A large, matronly-bosomed banshee fades into the corner. Her sharp eyes note everything in the room, making certain everything in her shop is in perfect order.

a sneering orc face pin	2000
a silver wraith pendant	2000
an ugly dark orc pendant	2000
a belled marmot anklet	2500
a gold banshee pendant	3000
a wraith link bracelet	2500
a miniature marmot bracelet	2000

Public Workshop

The public workshop is located in the Smuggling Tunnels. To access the workshop, one must complete an Arkati-related puzzle in a mural by indicating by touch which god corresponds to the lines in a given poem.