Folnir approaches the post in the midday sun and tacks a message onto the large pole.
"It has been too long since we have laboured under the oppressive shackles of this terrible drought. All those who value your freedom to drink heavily and without care please aid me in building a respectable establishment rather than be forced to drink the poor swill at this tavern turned mockery of all that is right and proper in alcoholism."
A faint glowing can be seen from what used to be the basement of the tavern. The light shines brightly for a few seconds then goes dim again. A small radius of wood around the orb returns to it's original state. This continues seemingly endlessly.