The room is Dark as you enter the doorway. You focus your eyes and see spot the bar within the Tavern. It looks to be nothing more that a few wooden planks sat atop some large Barrel Kegs. The proprietor is a Large burley man somewhat grotesque in appearence. Mostly toothless, unclean, rotting clothing seeming to cling to his potbelly. Perhaps his only pair. Flies buzzed around him like they found Heaven.
A couple of warriors sit at a table near the South wall not to far from the door you just entered. Each have a maiden on their laps and are laffing heartily and completely ingnoring you.
You look to your right and you see a Gypsy woman beconning you to join her. Not the most pleasing sight you have seen but her appearance actually seemed to brighten up the Tavern a bit.
You decide to get a drink