I found an old bit of writing on a bar I created in Amaranthine for a story. I fixed it up and present it here for the use of anyone who need a place for elves to gather in that city.
That also reminded me of a place I had thought of that I'm sticking in Amaranthine. It's sign is of a rooster and flying bird, and it's a brothel called the Cock and Swallow. XD Please feel free to use that place as well.
The Cobblestone
The Fargal family claimed it had elven blood running in it’s veins. There wasn't a patron at the Cobblestone who believed it, but the claim worked a bit of magic in weaving the Cobblestone into the life of the elves of Amaranthine. At the very least, it spoke of a human custom that wanted elven trade and that could be rare enough. Besides, it almost seemed to have been constructed with elves in mind; long and narrow so that the fixtures and furnishings had to be scaled down to allow for more customers, dim lights that gave elves no trouble but most humans found annoying, and a location that was just close enough to the alienage for comfort. None of this was the result of any elven blood percolating through the Fargal line. What had happened was that some 22 years previous Evan Fargal had watched as a blockade of crates and boards was built at the back up of a narrow alley adjacent to his property. He was very close to the alienage and the alley was a way for elves to skip across streets to get to parts of the city some folks thought they had no place in. Ever a man with an eye to making coin, he used the newly erected fence as the basis for a back wall, built a ramshackle roof over the alley and stocked the new space with a bar, spirits and benches. The Cobblestone, so named for the floor of the alley that formed the floor of the tavern, was born. It wasn't without its problems. The space was small and didn’t let much light in. Whatever rainwater ran down the street also ran down the cobblestone floor of the tavern. Evan’s human neighbours avoided it and headed for more comfortable spots, but an elf might poke their nose in and see the lack of humans and take a step in. Evan, with a stockpile of cheap spirits needing to be sold, would smile and wave them in. Soon The Cobblestone became a singular presence in Amaranthine, a place for elves to gather outside the alienage walls. Over the years there were attempts by neighbours and city officials to have it torn down, but a bit of coin across the palm usually served to quiet their objections. As they were paid to look away, more benches were added, then tables, a small kitchen, and eventually a real floor to keep feet out of the mess. But if the actual cobblestones disappeared from sight, the name stuck and the customers kept coming. Now, having been spared the fire that had taken down so much of Amaranthine after the Blight, The Cobblestone was seen as an immutable cultural fixture and the idea that the Fargal’s were somehow related to elves was an idea accepted in spirit, in not in fact.
