Jeremy's Realm

"Possibly." Jeremy whispers to Shawna as he walks alongside her. "Must be damn near two decades since I've been here though." He mutters before entering the building.

Shawna will see that the main room might be something reminiscent of Trog's or any other tavern, except for the notable lack of anything truly magical. There's roughly 20 or so people sitting at the hand-made tables alone, each one armed with at least a few weapons and a grizzled vet of the times.

To the right is a large fireplace, surrounded by patrons in their chairs. The walls are covered in candles, oil lamps and animal furs. To the back of the room is a long bar stocked with likely hundreds of different kinds of jars of drink, jellies, food, and powders. In front of them stands an older man, balding and slightly under six feet tall. He's muscled and currently distracted as he fills a bowl with dog food for the various pets that seem to be wandering about.

If Shawna looks down, she'll see a small ball of white fluff sniffing at her feet and wagging her tail slowly.