The Witch's Brew is clearly a grungy sort of dive, and within, it is more or less the squalorous pit you might expect.

A dirty, fairly wide, common area, with a bar against one wall, and a smattering of tables about the middle, and booths against the sides and back, with a dart board or two against the back wall.

There are perhaps half a dozen patrons sitting in quietly, their noses buried in their drinks, or chatting with one another softly.

More than one looks up as you enter, but just as casually returns to whatever the were doing once they got a look at you.

The bartender had his back to you, as he polishes a glass.