Welcome weary traveler....

It's the music you hear first...drifting along the cold wind that just won't stop trying to unwrap your cloak from your body.  Distant, faint..but definitely there.  It quickens your pace, the lure of the music.  Then, like a pleasant dream the rich scent of food and ale and civilization wafts by your nose, bare hints of it ripped away before you get your fill by that incessant wind.  Your horse picks up his pace and now you know you're close for a flickering of light is playing on the underside of the leaves and boughs of the dark trees.  You find yourself stepping out of an empty wood and onto a worn stone path.  The sound of hooves on stone is music itself after months of rough terrain but not as sweet as what the minstrel is picking out in that tavern.  The flicker of light has turned to a roaring wave of heat and life pouring from the open door of The Blue Moon Tavern.  Your horse is trying to trot, the smells of food and shelter giving him strength at the end of the journey, but your sore bones can't take the rattling and you quiet him with a friendly pat to his neck.  The Blue Moon Tavern...how long has it been since you've sat by her fire?  Gazed a little too long at Sofia's ample bosom as she presses a cold ale into your hands?  How long since Selina's raucous laughter and hearty smile has lifted your spirits?  Too long....too long it's been and a smile touches your eyes as the corridor of trees aims you straight into her arms...

Welcome, friend, to Blue Moon Tavern.  Sit...have a drink.  And tell us of your travels....