Hail and well met! Goode King and Queen, Sir Knight, Rogue, and Wizard folk!

Dost thou long for the Renaissance Festival?
Has the magic withered on the vine and died?
Dost thou yearn for Faerie and Chivalry...?

Prithee, no fear!

Dine and make merry at our bier hall and tavern!

Don thy festival garb and enjoy a pint. Feast on Roasted Turkey Leg, schnitzel, and other bountiful cuisines.

Ye Plague Doctor doth curse the lands; Prithee, follow the just laws set by the District Crown.

Thy mask must adorn thine face, and mingling is strictly prohibited by the Sherrif.

Pointy objects must be securely held in scabbards so they may not be drawn.