This tavern jutting out from the forest canopy is the rib cage of a colossal creature long dead but still effusing its essence through the vines, rocks, an trees around. The owner simply strings up hammocks, coverings an various textiles looted an stolen across the wildlands. Various creatures including the rockbeak birds make their homes along the skeletal frame of this ancient creature. Many a traveler settle in for the night with various strengths. Common pastimes to chip off bleached bone pieces. No matter attempts, mythral or adamantite, the ribcages rarely chip anymore. Wizards analyzed it an swear matic unlike any seen before runs through these pld bones still.many drunk enough swear these bones whisper. The idea even in a skeletal structure, the beast is not fully dead.
The innkeeper keeps many barrels in smaller aqua povkets permeating below the skeleton and for any adventurers wanting to stay overnight, there are egg cream colored pots that adventurers may rent for the night placing themselves an hopefully few carry ons they've traveled with inside egglike frames nestled inside the rockbeak birds' nests, faking as if their own eggs for they only tolerate their eggs an their foods within their nests.