The Ink was situated in a large stone building north in the city. Some kind of official offices, towers and town hall was located on the same block, wall to wall. A large sign read out the name of the tavern. A woman in a thick fur stood outside. The shield and axe made indicated she was some kind of guard. She had a pretty face with pale lips.<br/><br/>When Lyn approached, the woman measured her up and down for a second or two before opening the door for her. She didn't seem to have any problem with Brenna.<br/><br/>The smells that met the ranger were somewhat different from the previous inn where she had spent the night. Ale and horse were replaced with wine, fruit and the faint scents of old parchment. The walls were stone, but covered in rich tapestries. Dark wood beams held the ceiling up above.<br/><br/>The place was about half full, with someone plucking a lute in the far corner. The vibrating strings were joined by a soft, angelic voice.