Rose Vine View — Garden District

The Drunken Giant

Two Doors. Two Experiences. One Unforgettable Evening.

The Drunken Giant

Read to Players

The building announces itself before you reach the door. Two stories of stone and dark timber, with a carved wooden sign above the entrance — a giant's face worked into the frame, broad and jovial, the lettering below it reading: The Drunken Giant.

At street level, two doors stand side by side beneath a covered entrance. Above the left door, a smaller sign reads Tavern. Above the right, Fine Dining. Between them, a sandwich board in careful script:

Two Doors. Two Experiences. One Unforgettable Evening.

On the floor mat below: Welcome to The Drunken Giant.

A man stands just inside the entrance, positioned precisely between the two doors. He is nearly eight feet tall and dressed in formal black — coat, trousers, a leather hat pulled low. His maroon skin and the sheer fact of his size make him impossible to miss. And yet he is not what you expect. He holds himself with a kind of careful grace, watching your approach with a calm, attentive expression. When you near, he inclines his head — not a bow, exactly. An acknowledgment.

"Good evening," he says, his voice low and deliberate. "Which side tonight?"

Behind the left door: noise, warmth, the smell of roasting meat. A pig turns slowly on a spit over an open fire in full view of the guests. Round wooden tables fill the room, every seat taken. A dancing girl spins on a small stage, a fiddler beside her playing something quick and bright. The bar runs along the far wall, a bartender working steadily behind it.

Behind the right door: candlelight, the soft murmur of conversation, black tablecloths to the floor. Servers in fine black attire move between the tables with unhurried precision, cloth napkins over one arm. At the back of the room, behind tall glass doors with ornate handles, a massive fireplace burns. A spiral staircase in the corner leads to the second floor.

Signs

"The Drunken Giant"

"Tavern" — left door

"Fine Dining" — right door

"Two Doors. Two Experiences. One Unforgettable Evening."

"Welcome to The Drunken Giant" — floor mat

Owner

Andora Feggiz

Half-Giant (Male)

Nearly eight feet tall and solid muscle, with maroon skin and a presence that fills any room without effort. He dresses in black formal attire and wears a leather gambler's hat pulled low. His size and the raw power he exudes are only partially softened by his grace and his manners — a courteous half-giant is a rare thing, and the Garden District knows it.

Andora speaks carefully and moves with deliberate grace. He is attentive and hospitable in the way that suggests genuine investment, though the investment is, in truth, in the position rather than the people. He greets every guest with a measured incline of the head and remembers details about returning visitors.

Menu

The tavern side is a deliberate exercise in atmosphere — a wealthy person's version of a rough night at the inn. The food is honest and well-made. The presentation is not.

Food

The Spit Plate

12 sp

Thick slices carved right from the pig on the fire, served with a heel of bread and a pot of coarse mustard.

Barley Stew

6 sp

Slow-cooked with root vegetables and a knuckle bone for depth. Served with rye bread.

Smoked Sausage and Pickled Cabbage

8 sp

Two fat links over a bed of sharp pickled cabbage. Simple. Filling.

Beef Hand Pie

7 sp

Short-crust pastry stuffed with beef, onion, and thick gravy. Served warm.

Pickled Egg Plate

3 sp

Six eggs, salt, and a smear of mustard on the side.

Rye Bread with Dripping

2 sp

Thick slices, still warm, with a pot of rendered fat for spreading.

Drinks

House Ale

4 sp

Dark, slightly bitter, brewed on premise. Served in a proper tankard.

Spiced Mead

6 sp

Sweet with clove and cinnamon. The most popular drink on this side.

Mudroot Cider

5 sp

Tart and slightly fermented, served cool.

Black Stout

5 sp

Thick and dark, almost a meal on its own.

The Building

Second Floor — Rooms

The spiral staircase on the fine dining side leads to the second floor, where private rooms are available by invitation only. No payment is accepted at the establishment — all arrangements must be made in advance through a Garden District resident. There is no clerk and no front desk. If you have to ask, you were not invited.

Rooftop — Reservations Only

Accessible via a set of wooden stairs from the Rooftop Garden Walk, the rooftop of The Drunken Giant holds a small number of dining tables available by reservation only. The view looks out over the outer wall of Beacon and across The Valpin — the rolling green hills below and the mountains beyond. The Rooftop Garden Walk continues past the diners and down the opposite side of the building, through a short hallway with a small bar, and out onto Rose Vine View.