<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XofXIlA.jpg)</div>The bartender smiled as the sexy drow approached the bar, and what warm blooded man wouldn't?  But his smile turned into a broad grin when she said her name.  "Yes, yes, of course!" he exclaimed pulling a fresh stein, and one that was rather ornate with silver filigree from a shelf behind the bar.  "We've just gotten in a keg of Deepholm stout fresh from back home in the Faded Lands.  Have one, it helps to beat the heat, it's cellar cooled, and on the house."  He pulled the ale expertly and with flourish, leaving just enough of a head so that it would foam over and cascade down the side before setting it on the bar in front of Ylene.<br/><br/>"As for who you'll need to speak with, Master Flint is in his office in the back.  Room's door is marked with a foaming mug, his family crest.  Though you'll probably identify the room by the sound of the snoring you'll hear as you come down the back hallway first."  He spoke loudly to everyone within ear shot for the last sentence, earning a few deep laughs before people turned back to their drink and conversation.  The bartender nodded at one of the two waitresses,  "I'd have Dawn there show ya if ya like, but it's just through that hall yonder."  He gestured with a thumb to a hallway that lead back further into the tavern.  There wasn't a lot of lighting, but in a way that was nice because Ylene didn't need it, and the torches that were lit were only adding to the heat of the tavern.  This building must have been built before the artificer came up with a way to circulate cold air at nights through buildings.  Either that or they didn't trust them for security reasons.