Rob entered the tavern with a slight, cynical smile. The<em> Quiver and Scythe </em>had an unsavory reputation, and he'd been told by his exasperated superior that it was no place for a priest or a healer. But Rob didn't care to be told where he should or shouldn't go. He wasn't breaking any rules by getting himself a decent pint of ale--something none of the respectable establishments seemed capable of offering.<br/><br/>He set his carcass down at a table near the bar and looked around. He was surprised to see a child hailing a bar maid--but no, that wasn't a child. It was a halfling. No need to search for her parents, then.<br/><br/>Rob raised his hand at the first bar maid he saw, and pulled out a coin from his haversack to pay for a drink.<br/>