The Fatted Calf

This is a bar owned and operated by Grokk Greatbelly, a Minotaur ex-adventurer, on the Fence Level of The Floating City. Born to a skilled wine making family, Grokk was wanted honor and glory as a youth so joined an adventuring party with a good friend. They did well for several years and started to make a name for them until things went south on one adventure. He was given a crippling leg injury and his friend died, the corpse lost as his companions carried him to safety.

Retiring from the adventuring life, Grokk sold his gear and used his portion of treasure to buy an inn and the property next to it. With backing from his family, he knocked down a few walls and renovated it into an oversized tavern and inn for the Taurs of the city, a place where the extra-large humanoids could unwind.

The building has two floors, the bottom floor devoted to the kitchens and storage. The staff is knowledgeable in both local as well as Taur cuisine. The bar serves drinks imported from around the world through his family's wine company. When refurbishing the building, most of the first floor was fortified with stone. This includes huge pillars extending through the second floor and built to support 800 lbs guests. Braziers burn from these pillars into the great room giving light and warmth to every corner. Patrons can be found sitting at the bar drinking fine wines from the Taur Islands or enjoying the daily special. Food is prepared by Grokk's expert cooking staff who are knowledgeable of food from all three Taur cultures, everything from Minotaur Blood Sausage to Centaur Oat Salads, allowing customers to have a taste of home. On the second floor are the bedrooms, and some small apartments for spending the night. Other larger rooms are intended for extended stays. Much of the staff lives in house and are extremely loyal.

There is one main rule in the Fatted Calf: no picking fights with taurs of other races. Grokk has experienced enough of the Wold to know that he doesn’t care about race rivalries. If you start tearing up his bar, you’d better hope the bouncers throw you out before Grokk hobbles over to show you how he survived as an adventurer. The FC’s regulars share his attitude and mingle freely without much thought to race.

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