The Overflow
A wooden plaque simply bearing the brightly painted picture of a mug overflowing with ale and spilling down its sides hangs above the door -- likely how the tavern accquired its name. The stone walls bear blackened scars of a fire that once likely consumed the structure at one point in its past. Some light flickers from behind the two darkened windows set in the walls as well as from under the wooden door. As you push the doors open, a sticky film remains on your hands which only seems to spread onto your pants as you attempt to wipe it clean. The smell of old ale, vomit, and other bodily fluids assault your nose as soon as you enter. The candles that illuminate the large common room shows several small tables, mostly occupied by groups of two or three as well as a bar off to the right. A few pairs of eyes look up at your entrance, mostly of them blurred with the haze of drunkeness. A large Oeridian man behind the bar also looks up at your entrance with some suspicion, "Whad'll ya have?"
