The young guard likely loved the pat as much as the coin and scarpered off before Brelia could gobble him up, like the slick smooth talker she is. There's many taverns to pick from, offering food, fucks and... sleep. That's not an 'F' but oh well. This gives those that head to the one of their selection time to see who is sticking with the group and who has wandered off to end their adventure here... Or shopping. After a bit of exploration, there's the "Tipsy Unicorn" which has a funny sign of a horse with a fake horn practically falling over against a bar counter. And then "Grumpy Goblin", which looks like a really fat, old, gruff green creature with a mug in its fist and a straining stool beneath it. The latter of the two looks a bit less maintained - the former clearly valuing their ability to keep a place looking good and new, even with the rowdy voices within.<br/><br/>Well. With the coin from the arena and newfound freedom for some. Why wouldn't you go and get pissed?<br/><br/>As for shops; the bridge to the south of the arena would very likely have what is needed.