Innkeeper

You are the Innkeeper! Most of the inhabitants of the fortress act like irredeemable high-born, afraid to get their hands dirty to cook a meatshroom or a maggot. That's why they need you, for their fear of soul cooking leads directly to your humble inn. You have the duty of keeping the people of Ravenheart drunk with alcohol, feeding them with 'high class' cooking, which is nothing more than a simple steak cooked in the oven.

You also have the duty of giving the inhabitants temporary shelter. Mercenaries and dirt will flock to your inn, begging for a room, allowing you to cheat them out of their last obols for a sub-par room with flooring stained with God-in-Coma knows what. If they mix up your inn with the Brothel, don't be afraid to take your shotgun and teach them a lesson about the consequences of pissing on hospitality. You can do this to drunkards or just people who annoy you, there is no difference. Although many innkeepers prefer the subtler method of pissing in beer mugs and spitting in people's foods.

If you are running short on vegetables and plants, go to the warehouse and plant them. If you are running short on meat, well... The mortii only need the head of the corpse anyways. You can always buy or steal the rest of the body parts and make salo with them. You can always try to cooperate with the Merchant, order a cheese wheel or a pig. (The inhabitants and visitors of the bar don't tolerate them, though.)


 * A hungry man is an angry man. Don't let this issue fester for long.
 * Long-term cooperation with the merchant should be good for your inn.
 * Ask a servant or maid to plant some of the seeds in the warehouse. Extra ingredients are never a bad thing.
 * Hiring a hunter for more exotic ingredients is also a good idea, as the nobles will pay out of their ass to spice up their miserable lives.