Berm McKaffe hasn't been in Seawall long, and he'd have been there sooner if not for the spell of bad weather earlier. Drenched, cold, and a bit hungry, Berm asks a passer-by about an inn and gets pointed to The Wayfarer's Place. The establishment isn't hard to find.
Berm enters the moderately-lit tavern. Directly to his right is a bar with a male half-orc wearing an apron standing behind it, cleaning a glass with a towel. He has an upturned nose that looks to have been broken more than once and a long scar running from his forehead across his brow and down to his jaw. He gives Berm the once over as he enters.
There are several tables laid out in a haphazard manner, but there are few patrons. Sitting at the table in the rear is a man with a thick beard and dirty clothes nursing a pint of ale. A sign above the bar reads "Ask us about our potions." In the rear right back corner of the room is a staircase leading up to the second floor.
As Berm takes in these details, a man hurriedly comes down the stairs and quickly brushes by him out the door.