"Now imagine some unknown bard enters the roadhouse, pulls off a few shady deals, and suddenly became its owne

"Now imagine some unknown bard enters the roadhouse, pulls off a few shady deals, and suddenly became its owner. Everything is the same as it was, but now the walls are covered with portraits of the owner, a brass band plays music every night, a juggler with a pet bear walks around the room, gnome strippers dance on the tables, barmen sell a variety of racy substances from Numeria beyond its beer... That's Pitax now."