Jägerstein gives off a big grin. "Tha' sounds interestin'. Ave never had Dragon Stew before, sounds good."

The Dwarf walks over to some stairs. "Come 'ere, n' bring yer stuff. Ah can' have you sleepin' out 'ere when ah still 'ave people drinkin' down 'ere still, now can we?"

If he follows him, he'll find the Dwarf's upstairs room. It's rather nice and quaint, full of earth tones. Thankfully, it has a high ceiling, so you don't have to crouch as you walk in. The roof is a cross-thatching of branchesThe walls are lined with shelves and cabinets, which have yet to be filled with books, beer, herbs, and other tools of this Druid's trade. Streams of sunlight pour through the windows, and all of the furniture is set in place. Under the window is a long couch which doubles as a bed.

"Ya can sleep 'ere, n' use yer roll fer a blankie. Now, if ya don' mind, ave got a pub to run."

The Dwarf heads back downstairs to cater and see what shenanigans his Bear has gotten himself into.