For years Ronatil had owned and operated the Eagle's Claw Tavern, the
only hoenst establishment in the Millucis District of Mareilon. He was
called Rontail the Loved, Rontil the Noble, Ronatil the Baretender, the
Anchor of the Millucis. Everyone knew him, even the police. But
he refused to cooperate with any of their attempts to halt crime
in the area. If he had wished, he could have easily named the figures
behind the largest and most dangerous criminal organizations in the
area, and yet when the city government asked, when the city government
begged for information, he only smiled.
"I do not wish to get
involved," he would say. "I will serve them drink and listen to their
boasts, and in a few weeks they will be gone from this life. What are
they? Nothing. You wish to eliminate them? Let them eliminate
themselves. They do not matter to me. This tavern. That is what matters
not the original owner, Rontil was proud of his tavern, his own little
world. Born with an innate baretender's instict, he enjoyed drifting in
and out of the ongoing conversations and cataloguing every tidbit he
heard. On an average night, hundreds of locals would walk in and out of
pub, some staying just long enough to polish off one glass of phlog and
tonic, others staying the entire night.
In 398 GUE, Ronatil saw
Zarfil's rebellion against the Mareilon government firsthand as the
riots began in the streets just outside of the tavern.