Darius allows a broad grin to cross his face at the prospect of new patrons to the bar. Judging by their attire and the way they’d brought practically everything but the kitchen sink with them for a casual drink and feed, they were clearly adventurers. And if he knew one thing about their kind, it was that they usually enjoyed a drink or two and they were usually a lot less watchful of their coin than the locals.<br/><br/>“Goblin Ichor? You’ll not want a full pint of that if you value your health. Here, take the usual measure…” He says as he takes an old, weathered gourd from under the counter and pulls the stopper, pausing only briefly to take a sniff of the contents with a slight grimace before pouring some of the thick, sludgy, black liquid into two short glasses which must hold about a quarter of a pint each and pushing them towards Ceoluulf and Seka. It quickly becomes apparent, if only by the smell of the pungent odour, that the drink itself is more a test of manhood than a refreshing beverage, and Darius looks on with a slightly amused expression of anticipation as he eagerly awaited the pair to down the contents of their glasses.<br/><br/>In stark contrast to the drinks of his companions, the barkeep calls for a meal of braised vegetables and stuffed trout fresh from the river and pours Renolf a tall mug of Dragon’s Fury from one of the barrels. It’s a fine-looking, ruby-red ale with a generous head and an enticing scent that has a hint of cinnamon about it.<br/><br/>“You’ll find the shrine to Silvanus on the southern side of town. It’s off in the woods with the fairies and such, though you can’t miss it.” He says somewhat dismissively to Ceol as he waves past the door in the general direction of the south-east of town and observes Sanora’s arrival.