A portly, bronze scaled Dragonborn is manning the bar, and he nods to Elaranna in response to her request for water. He slides a glass to her, and he answers her question, "Ah, yes. Today for breakfast, we have your typical eggs and bacon, we also have fried fish on a bed of toast with a sea of greens, and we also have the special of the day: clam chowder. We also offer apple fritters for the pastry of the day. So, what would you like ma'am?" His voice was a rumble, as expected of a male dragonborn. It sounded like he could roar if he wanted to, but was keeping his voice at a reasonable volume for a busy tavern.

The dining area was full of other patrons and the waitresses and waiters were busy helping bring orders to the cook in the back, and bringing out prepared food and drinks for the patrons. Along one of the walls is a massive job board for those interested in working to achieve some coin.