Tavern "Grandmother's Ftira House"

At the far edge of the island, in a village so quiet even the chickens take siestas, resides the Bread Mistress. For generations her lineage has transmuted simple flour and tuna into a substance for which knights have abandoned sieges. Our scouts reached the establishment at dawn. Behind the counter stands an elder lady in a pink robe who, with the grace of an experienced blacksmith, shapes dough, layers tomatoes, tuna, olives and capers. The electronic scale (clearly Saracen sorcery) indicates the price: 3 silver coins and 65 coppers. Squire Stanislaw ate three ftiras before noon and refused to march further, claiming he had found the Promised Land. The Commander had to carry him out. TACTICAL NOTE: The establishment closes its gates from 12:30 to 16:00 for something the locals call "siesta." The Order suspects this is time spent baking new siege provisions. Arrive before noon! In the display case one can also see mysterious substances: "Lumpfish Caviar" (3.10 silver coins), "Helwa Tahini" (we suspect this is Saracen energy cement), and "Glaze Cherries" (purpose unknown, likely decorative projectiles). The Order rates: 4.5 shields out of 5. Half a shield deducted for the siesta, because who closes a tavern in the middle of the day?* *Answer: someone who started baking ftira at 4 AM. Respect.