The Inn of Five Ravens

The Inn of the Five Ravens turned out to be a delightful little establishment. It wasn't run or licenced by House Ghallanda and didn't have their distinctive herald anywhere in the building. I was initially quite nervous of staying in an unrecognised inn but it is always better than roughing it.

My apprehention was for nothing. The innkeeper Flimbarji was very gracious, even for a gnome, and had us settled in no time. He helped to carry our baggage dispite having suffered the loss of his left arm, presumably in the Last War, and he made use of an interesting prosthetic stave.

I had a very long conversation with Flimbarji, who belongs to the Treblefoot clan in northern Zilargo, and found out a little about the history of Bloodfall and the founding families.

It seems that two families formed the town about six hundred years ago but both lines have now died out. The old church holds there remains and the crypt is supposed to be divided into two: One half for the Arkaster line and the other for the Gavarist line. We decided to set off for the church at dawn but I'll be sure to look around the shops when we return.