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The Griffin Door - Ravenbreath

A Gathering Under Moonlight

A vow made in frost and silence, with no promise of return.

City Built on River’s Ambition

A city of wealth and whispers, carried by the current of unseen hands.

The Hands That Build

From stone to steel, field to forge—without them, castles would crumble, cities would starve, and kings would rule over dust.

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Talismans

The Griffin Door: The Drunkest Secrets Are the Truest Ones

Tucked behind a snow-dusted archway in Stonebridge Village, The Griffen Door glows like a promise. Its heavy wooden door opens with a groan and a gust of warmth, spilling the scent of roasted meats, mulled wine, and spiced gossip into the cobblestone streets. Inside, firelight flickers off tankards and trinkets, laughter clashes with lute strings, and every chair seems to hold a tale in progress.

At the center of it all stands a bartender who seems to have sampled one too many of his own brews. His grin is lopsided, his pours inconsistent, and his stories… questionable at best. But he listens. And when he leans in close—voice low, breath rich with cinnamon and mischief—you can’t help but believe there’s truth tangled in his ramblings.

Some say the place is cursed with charm. Others swear they left with more than just a hangover. Either way, once you step through the Griffen Door, you’re part of the tale.

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Perry Hotter 

He blinks at the coin in your hand, then nods sagely. "Ah yes, the universal truth: currency." He pockets it and pours two drinks—one for you, one for himself. "Now, are you here for the ale, the ambiance, or the accidental prophecy I might mumble in an hour or two?"

A warm hearth, a strong drink, and a bartender too drunk to keep your secrets.