The inside of the mead hall is warm and the droning of bees can be heard through the walls. The smell of fermenting honey hangs in the air as well. The handful of patrons there seems to pay little attention to those that walk in. One is bundled up half elf reading through a book, there are two humans sitting in another corner near the fire, and a dwarf and a gnome sitting in a corner near the other side of the hearth.


The barkeep, an older human woman, does watch each person as the enter giving a slight nod. "One bowel of knucklehead stew and a cider. Total is 2 silver. Anything else?" She begins pouring the cider and getting the bowel stew ready