This rustic pub, with its timeworn wooden façade and creaking sign, serves as a haven for the locals who seek respite after a long day at sea. The tavern’s interior is dimly lit by flickering lanterns, and the air is thick with the rich aroma of saltwater, aging wood, and the hearty meals cooked in the kitchen. The bar, scarred by years of use, is tended by a seasoned barkeep named Olaf. However, for all its charm and camaraderie, “The Driftwood Tavern” has a reputation for being a place where outsiders tread cautiously. Locals, bound by a shared history and reliance on one another, regard the pub as an extension of their private realm. Visitors, especially those who haven’t earned the villagers’ trust through repeated visits or acts of kindness, may find themselves met with cool stares and a general lack of hospitality.
