The Rusty Axe is the tavern of choice for the discerning traveller, regardless of their station or their journey. A rich red axe swings from a beam outside, and the bustle of patrons can generally be heard from outside.
Agnar, the owner of the inn, enjoys a friendly relationship with the other tavern owners of Stonebridge. Plenty of travellers for all of them, after all.
Adventurer recruiting for a grand crusade? Farmer on the way to market? Agnar doesn’t much care as long as you check your weapons at the door and pay your tab on time. Some say that in his youth the man was a great hero of men, and the sword on the wall behind the door is a named blade that slayed dragons and turned the tide of battle. Others say he’s worked behind the bar since he was a child, and has never seen a greater skirmish than a drunken patron being ejected by his dwarven bouncer. Agnar himself will never say, just smiling and taking drink orders.
Today started like many others. The sun shone brightly, and although there was a chill in the air Agnar enjoyed the opportunity to start with some fresh air. He swept the short path up to the inn's door, a slight limp noticeable in his step.
After a while, he seemed happy with his work, and walked back inside to stand behind the bar, awaiting deliveries. And patrons.