"Alright. Let's just hope it's not as loud as Shor says it is." Pylia says quietly. After gathering their belongings from the wagon the party would continue onward towards the Silver Stag. Almost immediately after you step into the market district, people called out to you to sell their wares. Fancy clothing, snacks, tools, and other knick-knacks. Some people were trying to sell you sand dials, others were selling folding razors, there was even one trying to sell you a chair. Pylia however made sure to push you onward and keep the merchants off of the group, in particular wrangling Shortfang whenever he was about to reach for his coin purse and impulse buy something shiny that caught his eye.

Finding the Silver Stag was easy enough thanks to it's large wooden sign; it had the silver colored buck on it. It was nearly noon, so there were only a few patrons, however the ones who were here were gruff looking strong types who were already drinking and eating. Unlike Rick's humble inn in Cassari, this place was much more boisterous and also had barmaids serving food and drink. There was a notice board near the entrance with various bounties and requests, much like the one back at Cassari's inn. Aside the bar maids and the patrons, there was a heavily scarred orcish man working in the kitchen very fervently with a strange looking elvish woman. Another, more conventionally pretty elven woman stood behind a bar cleaning mugs and serving drinks. Pylia looked towards you. "Perhaps we should talk to the barkeeper for a room?"