WELCOME, TRAVELERS
You’ve been bumping along in a horse-drawn stagecoach for hours. Your journey began before sunup, and it’s now five o’clock in the evening. You’re cold, hungry, and sore. In the fading light, you see a house by the roadside. A sign picturing two crossed keys swings above the door. Like many folks, you don’t know how to read, but the sign confirms that you are at your destination—the Cross Keys Tavern.
Josiah, the tavern keeper, ushers you inside. A fire crackles in the large stone fireplace that takes up almost one
