"Tis a single story tavern, bout three corners back and by the docks, aye. Just follow the sound of cheers and the smell of ale." the old man said. "You may inquire there about trying your luck, or skill if they have any of their little contests tonight. Take care of yourself Miss."<br/><br/>Just like the man said, the place was easy to find, a single story stone tavern, that probably extended into a basement, surrounded by sounds of merriment and sailors singing, with the occasional "Ho!" resounding as several of the patrons cheered together. A man with a limp exited the building just as the lovely paladin approached, spotting a black circle under one of his eyes, and a hand on his chin, his jaw probably dislodged and recently put into place. Looks like the place has seen its own share of tavern brawls or "contests".