An Inn of No Remark
General Summary
The Kavan Inkwell
Published in Loyen — November, 2nd of the Harvest
Wealth Won at the Spilt Tankard!
The usually rowdy common room of Grizzik Nailtongue’s Spilt Tankard erupted into celebration last night when a few daring souls took part in a magical game of chance. Among them was the notorious bard Dorian, the Serpent’s Lyre, whose silver tongue and silver luck drew quite the crowd. Witnesses describe
“cards that shimmered like starlight and changed their faces between draws.”
To the astonishment of onlookers, Dorian and his companion Diggarius Stoutbrew turned a humble wager into a small fortune. The winnings were shared with Grizzik himself, who was last seen shouting, “Drinks on the house! The Serpent blesses us all!” Patrons poured into the streets, singing bawdy songs until dawn. Grizzik, ever a vocal supporter of Dorian’s exploits, has declared a “Festival of the Fortunate” to be held this week—though no one seems quite sure how long the ale will last.
Rodent Problem Subsides
Farmers across the Loyen Lowlands report a strange calm this month: no stolen grain, no gnawed feed sacks, and no signs of the usual vermin raids. For the first time in years, stocks remain untouched. Experts from the Agrarian Guild are perplexed.“Either the rats have found better food,” said one miller, “or something far worse has scared them off.”
Mysterious Ship in Ratport
A sleek, obsidian-hulled vessel was seen docking under cover of fog in Kavan’s Ratport earlier this week. Witnesses describe the ship as“too fine for smugglers, too silent for merchants.”No crew were seen disembarking. The harbormaster’s office refuses comment, though rumors whisper of foreign banners folded away beneath tarps.
Order Seeks Silvertongues
The Order of the White Flame has issued a formal bounty for information regarding two
“silver-tongued charlatans”said to have absconded with a relic left in their care. A sealed notice pinned to the chapel doors in Kavan reads: “Let repentance find them before we do. 500 gold crowns for credible word.”
Locals speculate the description matches the two celebrated gamblers from the Spilt Tankard, though Grizzik dismissed such talk with a snort:
“My lads steal hearts, not holy trinkets.”






