The Warm Hearth Inn

The Inn was built nearly eighty years ago at a crossroads where pilgrims, millers, and peddlers all needed a safe night’s rest before crossing the marsh road. It began as a single timber hall with a cookfire and a few benches, then grew room by room as the village prospered. A winter flood once drove half the county inside its walls, and since then the locals have treated it as both shelter and meeting place. The current keeper inherited the place from her aunt, who swore the inn has survived wolves, bandits, feuds, and three bad harvests because its hearth is never allowed to go cold.