"Needs a tad of cleaning, but nothing these old hands can't fix," Bram says as he rolls up his sleeves and enters the abandoned tavern behind you.

"It's a fine hall," Midge nods, bounding in and surveying the surroundings. "I would reckon you hang trophies over there, eh? Maybe a nice table by the fire to play some Pyramids and such. You can make this place quite the center of town with my help."

"I do feel," Greycane adds as he gently shoulders by you, "the addition of a few serving girls might brighten the place a bit."

With your friends suddenly moving old furniture and fueling the fires with their imagination, you realize that they actually might be right.

"Our lady is back, bless her, she's back," Bram says with a tear in his eye.

"Who?" asks Midge.

Bram turns to the lad with a faint smile on his face, "The Broken Oak."

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