The grey outside is complimented by the flame cast light inside. Wetness from the days of rain hangs in the entry of the tavern, but thankfully abates with the help of the fire within. The bar keep nods as you enter and then continues to wipe the worn wooden counter. Three stools stand empty. A stairway rises to the left as you walk in, the rest of the open area is full of six medium sized tables. Only one is full - surrounded by a trio playing cards and drinking. A lone old man is asleep at one of the other tables. A woman walks from behind the bar with two large mugs in hand. She is on her way to trio who cheer her approach.