The Blazon Arms Pub

Welcome to the Blazon Arms Pub. Here ye may see a little old lady sitting by the inglenook, just as she did one fateful day, waiting for a friend to come down from upstairs. Tragically, when this friend appeared, she slipped on the stairs and fell to her death. The little old lady died two days later from shock. The lady appears to many patrons as she was that fateful day, apprearing so life like, that some even fetch a drink for her as she waits. Upon their return, the lady has vanished, leaving many experiencing chills. As a result, the chair by the fireplace is seldom used, out of respect for the sad soul who continutes to appear and await the arrival of her friend. Sometimes, the ticking of a clock is heard just before she appears. When the sound is heard over the din of the crowd, all eyes focus on the chair. She seldom disappoints.

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