"Sir, we've reached Montoglie Street." The driver slowed down. "Don't laugh, but I can't read much, and there are too many taverns and restaurants on this street. You'll have to keep a sharp eye out and let me know when you see the place."
"Alright." On the way, Rorschach had read the entry in the *Gold Selling Guide*. The Golden Crown Tavern was originally a small inn in Valuva. But because the chef was so skilled, the food service became its main business, and it was eventually converted into a small bistro that sold drinks and stews.
"Here it is. How much do I owe you?"
"That'll be sixteen Copper Coins, if you please."
Rorschach handed him a Livre, got four copper coins in change, and stepped out of the carriage. Before him was the solution to his dinner problem: a three-story, peak-roofed brick building with an exposed wooden frame. The sign depicted a drink, a soup pot, and a simply drawn crown.
