Ad aspera

At the entrance, a couple of burly fellows stop Duncaniel, scrutinize his goblin-like face, and, giving him a light tap on the nose as a precaution, push him into the tavern. Inside, there’s smoke, heat, and wild noise – Duncaniel finds it difficult to gauge the size of the hall, but it’s definitely not designed for such a crowd; there’s so little space that people are sitting on the tables. At first, he tries to tread carefully, trying to avoid spilled beer and dropped scraps that are abundant on the floor, but after getting bumped from behind by someone in the moving mass, he has to join the general flow. The people here are, on average, more decent than the ones the elf encountered on the street – many are dressed like ordinary, not-so-wealthy townspeople; you can see a few who look quite well-off, but it doesn’t seem like outsiders frequent this place. It’s hard to say what kind of place this is and what people come here for – some are drinking, some are eating, some are playing dice. And the scantily clad girls here are hardly just because of the heat.
Probably, if he wants to “relax” here, he should talk to the stern-looking man behind the counter.