"'fraid the boy's right, lass. I ain't even rightly sure where you are, much less how to get you back there." 

The inside of the Scarlet Jester was a depressing sight - it was in theory a tavern, immaculately kept, not a cobweb or speck of dust to be seen. Small, round tables dotted the floor, with chairs settled atop them. Seated at one of them was a woman, with heavily lined pale skin and brown hair that was thick with gray. She looked up at the door as they entered, her eyes despondent and tired. Getting a look at them, she seemed to brighten a bit.

"Welcome to the Scarlet Jester." She got to her feet with a muttered curse as her knees and back audibly popped. "It isn't often we get travelers around here, how can I help you?"

Looking around the Jester, it looked to have been a happening place once - the bar was large and still fairly well stocked, and the walls were dotted with the heads of great beasts and monsters. Behind the bar, over where the tender would stand, was an ornate sword, lightly curved with flowing letters inscribed on the blade. The hilt was bound in blue fabric, and a tassel of the same color hung from the pommel.

"And you'd be travelers who'd make a stir even if we got a hundred a day." She said as she looked them over.