Daniel Jones: "Welcome monsieur, sit yourself down and meet the best innkeeper in town...Enter monsieur lay down your load, unlace your boots, rest from the road. This weights a ton, travelling's a curse. Here we strive to lighten your purse...Glad to do a friend a favor, doesn't cost me to be nice...But nothing gets you nothing everything has got a little price!
Well, well, well...What have we here? Welcome to the Slaughtered Lamb Inn! I am Daniel Jones the best innkeeper and owner of this fine tavern...Like a drink from the bar? Just ask me!...Want a bite to eat? Anything you can catch, kill and eat! *Just Kidding* Leave the cooking up to me the best cook in these parts, and the loudest!
Got any tales to tell me today? I've got plenty...Just sit back relax and let me tell you some tales of Glenraven..."
In ancient times when werewolves roamed the land there was an old pub called the Slaughtered Lamb Inn.
Ancient History of The Slaughtered Lamb
(As told to me by my Great Granddad and to him by his father and so on and so on.)
The original Slaughtered Lamb was a pub in a small town just north of the Shadowlands cursed with the bloodline of the werewolf. The inhabitants of East Proctor would sacrifice a lamb of their flock and smear the blood over the doors as part of a ritual to ward off the evil spirit of the werewolf.
These beliefs are from the ancient times and times long, long forgotten!
When you enter the Inn, you will see the bar and Common Room area where most people conjugate. Here is where you will see the pentacle that my great, great granddad drew above the fireplace.
A pentacle was also erected as a sign of respect so that the werewolf would not trespass on the property of the bearer. These same rituals were practiced at the local town tavern and it became a standard way of life for the local people.
But, if you want a little privacy, we have the Werewolf Lounge, where a roaring fire warms the chill of foreboding. Hanging above the fireplace, a grand portrait of the "Werewolf", who seems to be watching your every move.
And says his prayers by night
May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
And the moon is pure and bright
-M. Maria Ouspenskaya (The Wolf Man, 1941)