Getting down to ground level was simple, if a big hair raising. Thalia had to take a platform lowered by hand by an orc to actually get down. He seemed ok, but didn't talk much at all. At the bottom even her elven eyes had trouble seeing. There was a torch or two outside of many of the buildings, but they provided only enough light to see the dirt road, even with her elven sight.<br/><br/>Even so she managed to find the tavern easily enough. A simple query to a guard would get her pointed in the right direction, though these ones acted nothing like the men up top. They were barely paying attention and pointed her in the right way before going back to dozing off. Interestingly enough the streets were almost completely clear, with a few older humans wandering about.<br/><br/>As she neared the tavern the first thing Thalia noticed was that it was better kept than many of the other buildings, though that wasn't saying much. A human woman, probably in her late 20's by looks, sat on a stool outside of the front door. She was blond, wearing black leathers, and had a large hammer at her side. She was much more attentive than any other people Thalia'd seen down here and looked right at the elf as she walked down the street.