Forged literally from ashes and the bones of foes, this tavern has been raised like a phoenix from the grave. I can't help but to wonder what unwitting enemies might besiege this unorthodox locale, but none the less, I mourn for them. Most heat the iron to mold it into a fitting shape, but this tavern master has struck the iron so that is has become hot.
The future of this pub is most uncertain, but I can't help but to stop and stare.
Attached are what I have perceived: ((OOC: You see some crude drawings))
