The baroque architecture loomed around every corner, but it wasn't overly frightening during the daytime, particularly when the streets had people from all different walks of life marching to and fro. The men had a penchant for well tailored cloaks whilst the women wore corsets or bodices, save for those working at shops or wearing expensive dresses, surrounded by toughs that likely would shove either Silvaine or Cillian out of the way were they to wander straight into their path. 

Luckily, they had good instincts and found a mid-tier tavern at the southern edge of town, riverside just by the bridge, with the name 'Iron Star.' Inside, it had the look of your average tavern, superficially. The floorboards were wooden, a bar counter was set up near the back left for those who chose to only drink, and barrels of different drinks were at the ready to be popped open. Aside from that, the richly dressed or colorful patrons and elaborately carved busts of heroes upon the walls, as well as the intricate overhanging lamps gave it a much higher quality atmosphere than most taverns. Not to mention the food and the security, were ones worried over such aspects.

The patrons were varied, though there were a few of notes. A beautiful elven maiden wearing the attire of a mercenary; a succesfull and well-paid mercenary in riding leathers sat across from what appeared to be a Gnome in plain clothes and a sporting goatee. Cillian and Silvaine would also spot a woman wearing a less than modest gown speaking to a thick limbed rich man, looking positively bored whilst two other men in the corner softly spoke over their drinks, wearing robes of acolytes. Finally, a solitary Dwarf looking positively disheveled sat alone at the bar, drinking what looked to be his third drink of many to come. 

The two heard bootsteps behind them, and they would both part for a very tall woman; a Skayleigh warrior maiden actually, bring invited over to sit with the Elven woman and the Gnome, who both waved over happily. The Gnome looked a little too happy which caused the elf to kick his shins. He cursed and eyed her with a temper, but didn't say anything. The Skayleigh went to join them, laughing at the exchange. 

Cillian and Sylvaine could try and speak to any of them or go to the bar and order drinks and food, or simply wait at one of the empty tables or stalls. 
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