The tavern had been pretty decent sized, about 15 tables, a bar, and un-upstairs for rooms. All of it made from wellcrafted planks and wood, from the finest carpenters in the town. The tavern itself hadn't been too busy. A few drow women were in the corner talking to each other over drinks. A drow male mopping the floor, lightly socializing with a Catfolk male who had been dusting. And then there was the Barkeep, a Drow women who had only been wearing a long skirt, talking too a bosteful Blonde Human male in full armor, obviously annoyed. By the time you get close enough to hear what they were talking about, the Human turns away and marches out. The Bartender sighing.<br/><br/><strong>"Guy is from the Guild of Heroes. Asking for a large fee to fix our problem" </strong>The bartender sighs.<strong>"So. How can I help you?"</strong>