*Beagnoth opens the door to the tavern, and takes a deep, hearty breath* Ah, there is nothing that warms the heart of a weary traveler more than a jovial hall and roaring hearth... *raising his voice he calls out to his fellows* Greetings, my good comrades! I am but newly arrived, yet I hope some kind soul will show where I might a beaker of ale or flagon of strong mead!