Ravenbreath

The Griffin Door: The Drunkest Secrets Are the Truest Ones

Tucked behind a snow-dusted archway in Stonebridge Village, The Griffen Door glows like a promise. Its heavy wooden door opens with a groan and a gust of warmth, spilling the scent of roasted meats, mulled wine, and spiced gossip into the cobblestone streets. Inside, firelight flickers off tankards and trinkets, laughter clashes with lute strings, and every chair seems to hold a tale in progress.

At the center of it all stands a bartender who seems to have sampled one too many of his own brews. His grin is lopsided, his pours inconsistent, and his stories… questionable at best. But he listens. And when he leans in close—voice low, breath rich with cinnamon and mischief—you can’t help but believe there’s truth tangled in his ramblings.

Some say the place is cursed with charm. Others swear they left with more than just a hangover. Either way, once you step through the Griffen Door, you’re part of the tale.