It wasn't too long before Clare reached the village of Ilias, stepping on its main street, Clare noticed some rather unfriendly glares shot her way but didn't pay no mind to them, she was in her own little world as she took in the sights, just then, in the corner of her eye, she noticed a familiar symbol, hanging from chains a chunk of wood with the shape of an ale mug carved into it, " Hehe, I could always use a drink " she gleaned heading into the tavern and approached the bar.