Too small for inns, Good Mead is a town of about 100 people nestled between Redwaters and a nearby evergreen forest. This is what you might call the boonies, though not as boonies as Dougan’s Hole. Squat dwellings, adorned with carvings of dinosaurs and serpents. Every tavern in Icewind Dale is gets regular mead deliveries from Good Mead.

A two-story structure looms above the rest, its eaves carved and painted to resemble wyverns.

The town literally buzzes with the droning of bees. Good Mead is not protected by walls.

Your senses tell you pretty quickly this is a brewery. A mead hall.
It has a flag with Good Mead’s Herald, a dark brown drinking mug made of a cut-off section of horn, with an antler handle added, upright and centered on a white field, representing the town’s mead exports and its cold, snowy climate.
A small plaque shows that the Hall was established four decades ago and commemorates the town’s transition from knucklehead trout fishing to its famous honey wine
There is a small vestibule area where visitors can sample various meads and negotiate purchases
Of to the right is a series of distilling machines and casks. To the left is a large, fire-heated space dedicated to bee husbandry and the nurturing of beehives.
The droning bees can be heard throughout the town, though most residents are so accustomed to the buzzing that they pay it no mind.