The smells struck her first, and her grimace encompassed her face as her muzzle scrunched up in shock, more so than revulsion. The tavern was completely packed, and the smell of bodies and burning wood mixed with the smells of stale beer, cooked food, pipe smoke, and the lingering smell of something she could only recall as books, or scrolls, reminding her of time spent in libraries and reading rooms. It was odd, comfortable scent she couldn't quite place but reminded her of better times nonetheless.