This Week's (September 27, 2025) Hook:,

Barliman is wroth!

On this Commons Day, sounds of clattering earthenware and boisterous curses can be heard from the Pony’s kitchen… and, when they are not, a very red and angry Barliman Butterbur blusters through the inn’s common room, muttering, grumbling, and growling.

This Week's (September 20, 2025) Hook:,

This Week's (September 13, 2025) Hook:

Snitches may get stitches, but at least they’ll make a bit of coin on the side 

Following Bob’s alleged gaming indiscretions, the Watch has realised that they need to broaden their investigation into the ring that he was involved with — and to look into the activities of one Wilco, hobbit of Bree.

This Week's (September 6, 2025) Hook:,

Bob, the Prancing Pony’s ostler, has gotten himself into a spot of trouble with the law!

Following a late night of dice in the Stone Quarter, Bob has been accused of cheating. Now, on this Commons Day, watchers scour Bree in search of Bob so that they may apprehend and question the ostler… but the hobbit is nowhere to be found!

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 (August 30, 2025) Hook:

It is a hot Commons Day in Bree-town!

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!'

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!'

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!'

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!'

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!'