Brew the beer and light the Hearth. No ifs, plenty of butts.
I'd been looking for a way to leave my old life behind, so inheriting a battered old pub in the middle of nowhere was the perfect excuse. Flying in from America, I was keen for a chance to get my head down, lick my wounds and figure out my next steps.
It turned out, though, there's all sorts of unusual expectations of the landlord in the village of Pant-y-Giggles. From renovating the building, to learning how to brew, to embracing the Way of the Hollows, I very quickly had my hands full.
Fortunately, though, everyone was very keen to help me settle in.
Especially as the only guy in the village…
