The Blue Turnip is the premier tavern and inn in Helmsbreach.  The food is excellent, run by a heavy set woman named Agatha.  Todays meals are tender pork shreds in a spicy vinegar sauce with a thick paste of sweet tomato and beans.  Side of bread and cheese.  The beer cask has a nut brown ale.

The is a long bar along one one side, a two sided fireplace dominates the middle of the room.  The balance of the room is sturdy tables and benches.  Stairs at the rear lead up to the rooms for rent.
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A blond human with unkempt hair sits at the bar, alternating between bites of bread with butter, and swigs of tonight's ale. He has the demeanor of a local, talking and even joking with the staff of The Blue Turnip. He looks around for newcomers... he's seen more than a fair share. Some head on an adventure never to return. Maybe this time he might see what's up... some of those folks come home rich.

A silver holy symbol to Moe glints from where it rests on his chest. Zorbon turns back to his drink and butters another chunk of bread. He's not planning to get drunk this night... but he still doesn't want dinner just yet.

 A woman with a powerful build and long dark hair sits at a table against a wall, smoking from a pipe and "people-watching", her expression calm.  In front of her were the remains of a meal or two, and a tankard or three.  The coin to buy this fare, as any who had been in The Blue Turnip long enough today would know, came from arm-wrestling matches, the vast majority of which she had won.  This woman was one "Falis of 'Lands Forgotten'", a wandering warrior.

Near the fire sits an elf with is feet up on a chair relaxing, occasionally  taking a bite and drink of the refreshments before him. By his side is a well used fully stocked backpack, upon which a large Rottweiler is leaning watching anyone or anything which gets to close to the elf.

Arrador enters into 'The Blue Turnip' tavern, a smile on his face and a slight swagger in his step. He scans the chairs at the bar looking for an empty seat, and then and will go to place an order, jostling a few silver coins in his hand, more fidgeting with them then anything else as he observes what the other patrons are eating and drinking.

"I've heard many a tale that The Blue Turnip is the place to go for a fine meal. Yet, I have yet to test it for myself. I'm in the mood for your special tonight, but an ale to start things right, if you please." he'll say to the bartender or first server, widening his smile.

Ramirez enters the Blue Turnip, removing his hat as he enters the establishment.  He nods at the others at the bar, and takes a spot in an empty seat, propping his quarterstaff and backpack in an empty corner on his way there.

He raises a finger to get the barkeep's attention, "Excuse me, a pint of your ale would hit the spot when you have a moment." He pats his pockets, as if looking for something, and continues "And you wouldn't happen to have a pipe and tobacco for sale, would you?  I seem to have misplaced mine along the way here."

Ramirez sips his ale, and surveys the room, taking note of the other adventurer types who seem to be gathering here.

At the bar, chatting up the woman next to him, the man on his other side, and the wandering wenches as they pass by, sits a man who thinks he is far more charismatic than he truly is. Nick is sipping a fine wine which was flashily paid for with a few shiny gold coins, and surveying the room. It seems that a group of possible adventurers has finally assembled at the Turnip.

As the night goes on, Nick will make his way to each of the adventurers and ask them to join him at an empty table, foods and drinks on him! Hopefully, he can sway them to join him on an adventure, and they can strike it rich.