Inside the bar is mostly empty. A lone woman tends to the bar. She offers a smile to the new comer to her bar. As for anything else out of the ordinary, nothing strikes Mary as very interesting, nor anyone of a more heroic nature.<br/><br/>"What can I get for you, miss? Nothing like a room I'd hope. We offer drink and food mostly. Best in the area by far. I brew it here myself."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The man turned his blurry attention on Syrex and squinted into the growing daylight. He offers a weak smile at the darkly clad outsider.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">For Syrex</div><div class="spoiler_body">"On edge? Yeah we are on edge. There's bandits kidnapping Lady's on the road. Monsters from way up north if the Ulfen is to be believed. Dryden Kepp, he's a hunter here abouts. Says he saw a gaint white weasel up on High Ridge in the forest, but the sod can't be believed anymore that the Ulfen. Says he's going to go back and trap the thing and prove everyone wrong. You believe that? Giant white weasel."</div></div><br/>The man begins to shuffle on to his daily work.