The grand table was already set up for the group, with a vast assortment of various kinds of food and drink.  The captain of the guard had held up her end of the deal, and a few of the merchants who got in quickly may have even added a bit to the feast for the adventurers.<br/><br/>There wasn't a great deal of privacy, but the loud din of the many people celebrating allowed chatting without easily being overheard.  Most of the assembled were human, but there were a few elves and half-elves who seemed to like to keep to themselves and speak in Elven.<br/><br/>One of the servants, barely old enough to be a man with less than 20 years and 90 pounds on him, did his best to collect the empty mugs.  No less than three drunken cougars took the time to harass him as he passed by, usually by grabbing feels or swatting his tush as he slipped by.