The main room of the inn is quite crowded, with many townsfolk, travelers, and even a few who look like nobility chatting, dancing, and downing ale. Seated upon a stool by the bar, two young men play instruments, an ocarina and a lyre. As you enter, a scruffy older man carrying a tray of sloshing mugs stops briefly, looking you over. "Oi there, lassy! Make yerself at home an' I'll be right with ya!", he calls, scuffling away to serve the other customers.<br/><br/>The sweet smells of food: bread, fruit, roasted meat, and herbs swirl through the air, along with the strong scent of alcohol. One wall is trophied with the preserved heads of large beasts. Away from the bar and the wilder part of the crowd sit people engaged in card games, and early diners.