The interior of the bar was as expected. Scoundrels, sailors and other unsavory folk frequented the place, and the smell betrayed that before the obvious sight. The place was busy, noisy and packed with people, the type of place where it would be easy keeping a low profile since there was always something going on, conversations blended into another and some trouble started every few minutes usually.<br/>Several tables had card games and armwrestling going on, with coins and pouches exchanging ownership several times. Busty wenches carried several mugs of ale to serve for patrons and at times got the tip of an extra coin carefully slipped in their cleavage.<br/>Most of the patrons haven't payed any attention to the new arrival, but the paladin could tell the owner took notice of her, motioning for her to approach the counter. The thin man had a large nose and his head was bald, several scars across his brow and chin visible over his tan skin. As she took a couple of steps, Evelyn noticed a back room near the counter, as two men just left it. One, a type seemingly better off than the rest, a merchant, or ship captain maybe, the other one of the local scum. The two closed the door behind them as they moved to the common area, shook hands and went their own ways to their tables and own group of friends.