Moving on... ...to The Boisterous Bluejay
They do, in fact, get up to leave, and the group leaves the edifice that is The Quiet Harpy and moves down a dirt street to a more homey looking , almost quaint establishment that has a sign featuring a squawking bluejay. There are just a few old-timers drinking here. mostly farmers by the look of them. The Innkeeper/Bartender says, "Welcome, friends, I'm John Applejohn, and you are most welcome here. Have a seat, knock the trail dust off, and I'll serve you drinks to slake your thirst, and food if you want."