The Singing Saytr Pub, a cozy yet bustling little favorite of adventurers and pathfinders alike. With reasonably priced food that makes many an adventure keep the pub as their last civilized meal before they set out and the first one when they get back. The Thinwhistles run a tight but joyous ship, from the small stage in the corner, that boasts all manner of bard, singers, story tellers or even the occasional loud mouth drunk. To the other corner that has a mighty hearth, where an elderly Halfling can be found, typically soaking in the lovely atmosphere. Legends and adventures fill the air and the atmosphere radiates with good cheer.
The bar is interesting in that behind half of it the floor is raised so that the Halflings that run it can easily serve taller folks, the other half is much lower, for shorter folks so they don’t have to climb up a stool just to have a drink. But not to waste space, under the raised floor is storage for a decent amount of the produce they use. The round wooden tables sit at descent height, the Thinwhistles work with a fine touch, the lot of them finding just the right amount of wit and respect while delivering the food and taking the orders.
On the stage at the moment a young man is playing the lute and seeming to relax in between more active pieces. Merely a guest bard, he will probably occupy the stage until someone else wants their turn. His hat and feather sit on the edge of the stage with a decent amount of copper in it from playing and taking in tunes.
At a table near the hearth a couple of men are playing a friendly game of bones with the aforementioned elderly halfling laughing and throwing in a jib hear or there. He seems to be enjoying pestering the regulars as much as he does sitting by the fire sipping cider.
