The Traveler's Tavern was unimpressive from the street. A small poorly maintained singly story building with no apparent windows but once she was inside Rona quickly saw that its exterior didn't keep it from getting business. Every table was packed with all manner of folk; a mixture of poorer merchants, laborers, mercenaries and what appeared to even be a party of adventurers in the back. The two tavern wenches wore surprisingly fashionable uniforms and set full pitchers with mugs at the tables along with plates of simple but tasty smelling seafood. Behind the counter where even more patrons crowded a tall and broad man stood; his hearty laughter managing to be audible even over all the noise of the busy establishment.<br/><br/>As she approached this apparent owner picked her out from the crowd, noticing her expression of unfamiliarity. "Why hello there beautiful!" he roared, "How can this humble servant of the gods help a pretty young thing like you? Can I get you a drink? Maybe two? I bet you're a heavier drinker than you look!" The nearby men turned in response to this outburst, their eyes taking in the curious new arrival with a mixture of sly smiles, curious stares and sheepish grins.