GM Note:<br/><br/>The BROKEN MARE<em>had been</em>rented out for the time being by the crew of... STORMSAILS!  That much was true.  However, the regular clientele would frequently try to enter the tavern, ready for a drink and a wench to fuck... or to fight.  Not the wenches, although wenches weren't always safe.<br/><br/>Let us have a look at the Broken Mare:<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/033/064/489/4k/jenny-harder-grand-tavern-day-final.jpg?1608286486)</div><br/>First and foremost, bawdy acts were featured regularly at the Broken Mare, on its large stage located to the north.  There was a stage door, which led to some steps and an area where musicians, actors, and dancers could prepare for their turn.  The stage had been mostly silent, unless one of the crew stood up there to sing or dance or show some skin.  Before he left, Mouser had fucked Rayna on stage.  That hadn't been a novelty, as the two were prone to do that and with some frequency.<br/><br/>To the south-east, there was a bar, and behind it, shelves filled with liquor.  These were never the GOOD spirits, but watered down variants that had been put up for show.  The barkeep, a halfling named Remus, had gotten tired of sailors throwing each other unto the wall here and shattering his wares, that now most of the liquors were stored safely underneath the bar counter, or in the back room.<br/><br/>Wrapping around the common room, there were several booths that were curtained off for the illusion of privacy.<br/><br/>Remus, who I have said was the bartender, was not bartending tonight, but rather outside, keeping others from coming in.  People were angry that their spot had been closed, but they were turned away with promises of free drinks when the tavern reopened, all of it, of course, on Kazael's gold.<br/>