Three Broomstick: Order of the Jobberknoll
The Three Broomsticks has closed every Thursday night since before the end of the last war. Each of the new owners has followed suit when they picked up the place. The second one said it had to do with luck and honors. And Jo Harvelle, who snuck into the place more times than any could count a decade ago, seems to be following in all their stead with an easy, unruffable grace.
Before this week, it was her night off. From everything. When she went, well, elsewhere and did, well, elsewise things. Tonight is different. Tonight is a return to everything that once was here. Tonight the Order of the Jabernoll will resume meeting.
The Closed sign hangs carelessly askew, like normal, and the windows are dark.
(And it will remain that way unless you have an invitation of some kind.)
Before this week, it was her night off. From everything. When she went, well, elsewhere and did, well, elsewise things. Tonight is different. Tonight is a return to everything that once was here. Tonight the Order of the Jabernoll will resume meeting.
The Closed sign hangs carelessly askew, like normal, and the windows are dark.
(And it will remain that way unless you have an invitation of some kind.)