Horizon of Darkness

The tavern greeted the travelers with a small number of patrons. Several people, resembling miners, were quietly eating their breakfast. On the first floor, there were about thirty tables, each with four seats. To the left of the entrance was a staircase leading to the second floor, and to the right, a door. A little further from the door was a bar counter, at the end of which was a passage. Behind the counter was a mustached man. He was wiping wooden mugs and plates and stacking them on shelves opposite the counter.

- Ah, weary travelers! Come in, don't be shy, there are free sleeping places available, enough for everyone.