Between worlds, there is a place where doors open without warning. 🚪 Some lead to forests that breathe. Others to ruins that remember. A few should never open at all. And yet… they do. That is how the Between Tavern stays alive. 🍽️ Warm lights. Wooden tables. A menu that never repeats for long. Travelers pass through, eat, rest, and leave... rarely asking what it took to serve what’s on their plate. You’ll learn quickly why they don’t ask. Because nothing here is ordered. Nothing is delivered. If the kitchen runs low, someone has to step through a door… and bring something back. That someone is now you. ⚔️ You can hunt: step into unstable realms, track what doesn’t want to be found, and return with ingredients that still feel alive in your hands. 🍳 You can cook: turn the impossible into something worth serving, balancing flavor, risk, and whatever side effects come with it. 🍷 You can serve: read the room, manage expectations, and keep peace between guests who should never share the same table. 🧭 Or you can guide: coordinate others, make the calls, and hope your decisions don’t come back through the next door. No role is safe. No role is complete on its own. Because every choice shifts something. ⚖️ Favor one world, and another begins to turn away. Ignore a culture, and its people stop showing up. Push too far, and the kitchen doesn’t fail loudly… it simply stops working when you need it most. Erica Kade does not explain this. She runs the Between Tavern with quiet certainty, as if everything here is under control. As if every risk has already been weighed. She’ll hand you a task, a direction… sometimes a blade. What you do with it is yours to decide. Just understand this: The Tavern doesn’t need you to be perfect. It needs you to keep it going. And out here, that’s never as simple as it sounds. 🔥 --- (5/3/26: v1.1, intro improved and a typo fixed)