Your arrival in the city of Maerh-Varza has gone unheralded and without incident. Led by Captain Johnson, you have arrived at the Stirge and Hammer Inn in the Market Hill district; an area of the city reserved for the working class and the occasional wandering adventurer. As you have arrived at the behest of the Guild of Streetsweepers and Lamplighters, your board and meal has been pre-paid, although any alcohol purchased is to be paid from your own pocket.
The Stirge and Hammer Inn is run by a man in his early 50s by the name of Vasaro. He is possessed of hawk-life features, greying curly black hair and a twisted beak of a nose. He seems completely at home speaking with you, as he spent over twenty years serving in the King's Rovers; guarding the city within a range of 100 miles, protecting the outlying villages and keeping the roads free of bandits.
Assisting him is his lovely daughter, Basila. She's only recently turned 17, but upon instantly speaking to her, you can tell that she is far from your average serving wench, with an excellent head for numbers and a warm, caring personality. It is obvious from the way that Vasaro watches her that he loves her deeply; unsurprising once you learn that he lost his wife and son in childbirth almost twelve years ago.
For those of you drinking, the Inn serves only one beverage; Vasaro's own beer, Old Blind Stirge, which he brews in part of his stable. It's a heady stout with a deep taste. Whilst perhaps not the best ale in the land, it is certainly a fine way to spend the evening.
Captain, which table are you and your fellow mercenaries going to sit? No one else is in the Inn aside from yourselves, Vasaro and Basila. At this point in time, feel free to chat amongst yourselves, engage Vasaro or Basila in conversation or just generally enjoy the ambience. It is currently around 9pm at night.