Once upon a time, long ago, in a land far, far away (Beliefnet forums circa 2000 CE) there was a magical tavern, whose name I no longer recall. Someone accused Pagans of worshiping “Stan,” and thus Stan the bartender at the greatest tavern in Hel was born. People would come in, sit down, rest, grab a glass of refreshment and enjoy each other’s company. Some folks took handbasket rides across the lake of fire, and I seem to recall someone petitioning for a NHL franchise in anticipation of the day Hel froze over.
Be civil and remember demons aren’t allowed in the tavern. It’s against their union rules. Enjoy!