Moving closer to the entrance, unnoticed at first, is a crippled old man sitting on the ground who looks up at your approach with a glint of hope in his eyes, "Sum coin fer a sick man, m'lord?"

Pulling open the thick wooden door to the tavern, light from inside spills out into the oncoming night. Having opened not too long ago with the setting of the sun, it is already surprisingly full. Stepping in, you see a large common area with some 15 tables and a bar further alongside the right wall. You check your weapons with a young Oeridian man at a small table to your right where they are placed into a cabinet along the wall. "Need anythin' else?" he asks.