'At the Sign of the Prancing Pony' (Every Friday; 2:00 & 7:00 PM)

The smell of pipeweed and the sound of merry laughter drifts from the open door of the Inn of the Prancing Pony. It is a Highday, and like every Highday, Barliman Butterbur has opened his  common room to guests from lands near and far to sample his beer in exchange for coin, conversation, and a promise 'not to go up into thin air, thank you very much!'

This week's (January 10, 2025) hook: 

Thievery and mischief! Poor old Barliman Butterbur has been robbed in the dead of night! In distress, the innkeep has shut himself up in his room, leaving Nob and Bob to mind the Pony this Highday.

‘Oh, they bled him, the poor man,’ Bob can be heard saying to some of the patrons in the common room, ‘Just bled him! Took his pennies (64 bits of the copper, and 32 of the silver if we’re to be exact – and I will be, I counted them!), and, the very worst of it is, they took his dear mother’s very best silver spoons and silver dishes. You know how sweet he was on old Mrs. Butterbur. Catastrophe, and there aren’t two ways of putting it! Oh… there’s my call! Yes, Nob—right away, Nob! No, Mr. Underhill, sir, that’s right: you asked for the fish-pie, not the pud! Let me fix that up for you; this’ll be the last time I go back there, sir, I’m sure of it: you’ll get your pie!’

Left to feast only on the rumours of Bob and Nob, and the less-than-wholesome (and often confused) fare the two deputy innkeepers manage to serve, patrons of the inn murmur their discontent: how ever will Barliman recover from this loss? What can Bree-town do for a man who has given the town so very much? Is there anyone who might find this burglar and restore to Barliman his belongings?