I’m sure it wasn’t originally meant to be called the Four-Toothed Drunk, but whoever the sign was meant to represent was disfigured by a clever late night piece of vandalism and the now nearly-toothless man on the sign splashing ale all over himself has become the calling card of this cheap inn.
The Four-Toothed Drunk has been down on its luck long enough that it really is beginning to show (much like the man on the sign). The stables have a few holes in the walls where unruly horses have kicked through (and very little low-grade fodder upstairs) and the furniture as all been reassembled at least a few times. The walls of the third floor are at a visible incline, a few degrees off kilter, and the top level of the chimney is starting to lose bricks because of it…
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