It's considerably busy for the afternoon. One table is occupied by a group of scruffy-looking fellows who eye the passing rears of serving wenches. A large man sits alone by the fireplace. The bar is occupied by an assortment of other townsfolk. Taran steps down the stairs from the rooms, walking over to his preferred seat by the fire as he takes a look around, judging the crowd. The man by the gives Taran the once-over and acknowledges him with a slow nod. One or two of the scruffy men watch Taran with a slight frown. Those at the bar seem more occupied with their drinks.