The creaky wooden door swings open as you walk into the tavern. The aroma of hot food reaches your nose. Your stomach starts to growl. "Grrrrr....." In front of you several tough-looking men are gambling while enjoying the scantly dressed dancing women in the centre of the taproom. A story teller is entertaining a few men who are totally hooked onto every word and cadences the story teller speaks. The owner of the inn, a slightly plump but otherwise strong man in his fiveties try to break up a fight with his two bartenders ,which had started over some whore-ownership dispute. You found an empty table and sat down on a stool and called for some hot stew and Ale.

Welcome to the Sign of the White Shield, a reputable tavern in some location unknown to non fantasy fans. This is the very place where aspiring authors can post up their works of fantasy for all to see not to mention for fantasy fans to read about good works of fantasy never richly deserved for their excellence. Now to the stories.....together with some Ale of course. It will not be fitting without Ale, isn't it?