Helga's

Helga's is a food shop in Wehnimer's Landing. It is located on Stormarm Street. The same selection of food and drink can be ordered in the barroom, kitchen, and the pub room, which is a super node. Helga is not pretty or petite, but she's the boss in this establishment.

[Helga's Tavern, Barroom]

The blended odors of ale, sweat, leather, perfume and hearty stew fill the stifling air of the tavern. Disheveled regulars and road-weary travelers rub elbows at the wooden bar, which looks recently varnished but already bears a variety of stains and grime. Helga, the ancient, obese proprietor, moves behind the bar, wiping glasses with a dirty towel as she keeps a beady eye on the patrons. A small fireplace in one corner burns feebly, adding little light or warmth to the room. You also see Helga, an overturned creel, a huge cast iron stewpot, a set of swinging doors and a tattered menu.

Menu

                 ~ Helga's Tavern ~

If it ain't on this list, we ain't got it.  So don't ask me,
just go to one of them snobby, fancy establisments.
And don't spill my drinks!
  --Helga

Drinks:
1.    A cup of honeyed herb tea       50 silvers
2.    A tankard of Golden Fox mead   125 silvers
3.    A glass of flaeshornberry wine 150 silvers
4.    A flagon of Dragonsdraught ale 150 silvers
5.    A goblet of warm mulled wine   150 silvers
6.    A chalice of mint on the rum   200 silvers
7.    A tall frozen Dinghy           200 silvers
8.    A mug of Blackdew grog         200 silvers

Eats:
9.    A heel of dark brown bread      10 silvers
10.   A roasted turnip                25 silvers
11.   A crusty baked meat pie         35 silvers
12.   A lumpy currant oatcake         35 silvers
13.   A juicy roast rolton sandwich   40 silvers

Helga

Helga wanders over to a patron who appears to have fallen asleep and is drooling on the newly finished bar. With a not-so-gentle prod, the fellow rouses enough to clamber to the door and stumble out.

Helga notices a patron hungrily eyeing the stewpot. She slaps his hand away and says, "Ya want some stew, help make the stew!"

Helga leans over and peers into the bubbling stewpot, extending a chubby arm to stir the mixture with a large wooden spoon. "Nice and chunky!" she comments, smiling as she samples a mouthful and wipes the drips on her towel.

Helga wipes her hands on her apron and glances out the door.

Helga gazes wistfully around the chaos of the tavern and says, "Glad we finally got the place all fixed up. Startin' to look like old times around here!" She thumps on the bar with her wooden spoon, splattering droplets of stew on an oblivious patron.

Helga wipes a few dirty glasses with her apron. Though they don't appear any cleaner to you, Helga seems satisfied and puts the glasses away.