Narrator:
One Eyed Ogre, ....
It's a simple one level tavern in a decent part of the city. No riff raff along the way, ... nice.
The tavern has a light morning crowd, two dwarves at the bar sitting eye level on the stools speaking with the bar keeper, and one short hobgoblin sitting in the corner alone. a serving maid is cleaning the empty tables and the small cauldron is heating up by the main fireplace. Sitting on the metal are some clay bowls and a copper ladle hangs off to the side.
The smell from the kitchen is pretty intense, as the aroma of pork links permeate the room.
The Maid - "Sit where you like and keep your feet of the table"
"Serve yourself, there is hot porridge by the fire."
"The porridge is a copper and the honey mead is a silver."
Esparam nods as he looks around. This is a tavern like any other, and yet, he is in a new country. Better to observe and try to understand the locals' customs.
He picks up a wooden bowl and spoon from the stack near the fireplace, pours himself a hearty portion of porridge, and walks towards the counter to leave a single copper coin. He then goes to sit in a corner where he can easily study the room.
For a moment, the fresh porridge distracts him from his surroundings, his senses of smell and taste deliciously captivated after weeks eating mostly dried fish and biscuits. After a few satisfying mouthfuls, however, his mind returns to looking around the place while eating, looking for anything out of the ordinary from his Pekalese perspective.
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OOC: table E, since table A is already taken!
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