The Bartender came into view carrying a gigantic pot of stew and many bowls. He placed the stew on the table, the pot holding piping hot broth with vegetables and massive chunks or beef or mutton or some other generic meat staple. It smelled heavenly and leaning over the edge was a heavy ladle to doll the stew into the bowls with. "I figured with this little group goin on ye would all need a few rounds. As always the empire pays for it. Ah'll get ye a couple gallons of ale and a bottle o' wine. Not the best of things but it gets ye by well enough. Dun' be shy ion the shops upstairs. Ye adventurer's like yer gear I know it, so spend what ye can up there since they canna just give their services up there in the merchant section o' The Tur'le. Still it'll be worth yer money. They can do anythin' ye ask and I mean anythin'." The man set down a gigantic slab of meat that had to belong to a mastodon or something for Beowulf. "Here ye go little guy. You be careful out in those woods la'er on, alrigh'?"<br/><br/>Elda sat down and smiled, ladling herself a big bowl of stew. "Always the best. Thank you, Talos."<br/><br/>((OOC: if any of you have Knowledge History, now would be the time to use it))