Templ8 Library

Some call it The Red Oak, others simply The Monco’s Place. An old tavern built around the charred stump of a once-mighty tree, its smoke-blackened walls echo with centuries of laughter, brawls, and whispered secrets.

Here, the wine stains your teeth crimson, the hearty oak soup “puts down roots” in anyone who dares taste it, and travelers who sleep upstairs swear they dream of strange animals bearing omens.

Goffredo, the proud yet good-hearted innkeeper, serves drinks with a theatrical air—though some claim it’s his murmured words or hidden herbs that stir the dreams. By the hearth you may find the ragged bard, the two lazy guards, or old Agata with her greasy deck of cards, ready to tell you a fate you didn’t ask for.

The Red Oak is more than a place to eat and rest—it’s a crossroads of stories. Step inside, take your seat, and let the air decide what you’ll carry away with you.