Evil gets to have all the fun. [IC]

[TheThan]

You enter the tavern. Inside its very rustic with a lot of re-purposed items. The bar is a plank of wood, probably taken from a wagon or cart, resting on top of two barrels. You find a table and notice it’s a wagon wheel turned on its side and attached to a sturdy central leg where an axle should go. The bottom portion of the walls is partially timber framed, then about waist height, it transitions to stone, and the roof is still wood however. It’s amazing the wood supports the weight of the stone, but you see evidence of some cleaver engineering that’s keeping the place from collapsing.

It’s mid afternoon so you basically have the place to yourselves, it’s going to be a few hours before anyone shows up. A moment after you take your seats, a woman wearing an off the shoulders blouse, lace up bodice and skirt comes by, typical commoner dress for the area really. She has a tray with several flagons of foamy ale on it. She starts passing them out, skipping Mr. kitty since he’s just a cat.

“Ye can have any drink in the world, as long as it’s ale.” She says, as she passes out drinks.