You see a pretty empty bar. A few cloaked men here or there; a table of four gaurds laughing merrily as they drink; a blue-robed half-orc leaning against a wall, with empty bottles and even entire jugs of drinks. This is one of the inns on the bad side of the city. You are currently in the city of Cithilunda. One of the three main Resistance fortresses. The bartender walks to the fire and dumps another two logs onto it. Sparks fly up and the fire gets brighter, but everything is relatively mellow.