The Mossfoot Inn
A two-storey timber-and-stone inn at the last bend of the Witchwood Road
before travellers commit to the deeper trees. No foundry_base here — this
page demonstrates the plain-journal pipeline.
Regulars
- Aelar — most nights, corner table, west wall.
- Bram — official errand-runner, unofficial eavesdropper.
- Dr. Bixby Wizzlethorpe — the back booth, sometimes muttering to a teacup. Brings his own quill.
Atmosphere
The common room smells like pine smoke and slow-cooked onions. A fiddle sits on the bar, never quite touched, never quite removed.
Watch the third stair
Half-rotten. The Mossfoots know to skip it; you don't.