The Weeping Willow Inn, nestled on the bank of the Wolf River, just down the hill from Redmont Castle. It's auspicious position, just below Redmont village and mere miles from two other villages, has made it a rather lucrative business, rivaling inns in larger cities, possibly even in Paladin City.
This week has been busy for the inn. The Day of Choosing is almost upon the fief once again, and a previous class of battleschool trainees has graduated after three long years of intense daily training. For years, battleschool graduations were held at the inn, and they were typically a loud bunch. This year was the largest graduation in decades, and the barmaids were running to keep up with the drink orders. The only thing keeping the newly trained warriors from tearing down the walls was the music, performed flawlessly by the tavern keep's longtime apprentice.
As usual, Baron Arald attended with his son, Tarkus. It wasn't customary for him to do so, but he enjoyed spending time with the people of his fief, and they loved him for it. Many farmers and servants consider him to be a friend, despite the difference of their station.
