A small, out-of-the-way inn found at the corner of Penitence Row and Cutpurse Street, the Drunken Minotaur seems typical of a dozen other taverns and inns in Cillamar. What distinguishes the Minotaur is its after-hours entertainment, when Michal the Tavernmaster closes down the kitchen and turns the common room over to the minstrels and jongleurs of Cillamar, who in turn tell stories, sing ballads, and lead rousing drinking songs until well past dawn. Far from mere drunken carousing, to the troubadours, the raucous nights are their religion, specifically fetes dedicated to Shelyn, the goddess of beauty, art and light. No matter the reason, discerning rogues and scoundrels of Cillamar have come to regard the nights at the Minotaur as the height of entertainment, driving the bards on with applause, flowing drink, and the admiration of their peers.
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For his part, Michal welcomes the celebrations. Once a lighthearted man who would even take up a fife and play with the bards, Michal’s life has recently taken a turn for the worse. A week ago, his son disappeared while playing on the high moors outside Cillamar. Michal has spared no expense looking for his son, but the child seems to have been devoured by the hillside. Until the day his child returns (or more likely, the corpse is found), the grim Michal will continue to hope against all odds. Micah's hope was rewarded when the group the Storm Peace Keepers found his son in a cavern and brought him back to the surface. Micah is now is lighthearted self again as he celebrates the safe return of his son.
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