She makes her way to the downtown district of town; grimy children play in the streets, and no one looks to happy, the cobbled streets having given way to more mud than stone. Eventually, she finds her way to the indicated tavern, a building that, at one time, must have been a stunning example, but now was run down and dirty with age and disuse. Inside, the place is mostly empty; it's still early enough in the day that the regulars are still scraping their coppers together, to fritter away, here. The owner stands behind the bar, glass in one hand and dirty rag in the other. "What can I get ya?" he asks.