Oh, the city’s old tavern on the fringe—yes, I’ve danced around that rumor all my life. They say the bartender, a quiet old soul named Maren, knows the secrets of the night. Once, a stranger in a battered cloak slipped in, ordered a glass of moonlit ale, and whispered a lullaby that turned the room’s shadows into silver fireflies. The next day, the city’s council was found to have swapped their council map for a recipe book. Some say the tavern is a gateway, others that it’s just a clever trick of a bartender who loves a good story. If you’re hunting for real power, keep an eye on the lantern that never flickers; sometimes the truth is brewed with a splash of wonder.