Most taverns had the usual front and backdoor, and a few windows one could get in and out through. Almost all had ways in through the roof as well, but at the risk of interrupting whatever went down in the rooms on the first or second floor.<br/><br/>The Yawning Portal was not too busy at noon, with no one descending in the well, most adventurers and other people with suicidal tendencies still asleep. One waitress was working the common room, and one older but still muscular man tended the bar. The food was hearty though, and not too overpriced, though Callie's mismatched clothes drew some comments and stares. Other than that the people scattered among the tables tended to ignore each other, apart from a man that looked like a slumming noble, whose eyes seemed to be glued to Callie - or rather her chest.