The Stonehill Inn stands near the center of the town and, compared to the dotted ruins around it, looks clean and somewhat newly built, its plank walls built upon a mortared feildstone base. 'See?' Sildar says as he heads inside.
The front door opens to a modest taproom with several tables, many occupied with locals ho look over your curiously. At the bar, you can see a pair of burly men, one with a dirty red arm band and the other a equally dirty red half-cloak. The one with the arm band pockets something and then walks past you, giving the group a hard look.
As they leave, the man behind the bar makes a rude gesture at their backs then turns to you. 'Ah, sorry about that. Welcome to Stonehill Inn. I'm Toben, the owner and proprietor. We've food, drink and rooms if you'd like.'
'I'll definitely take a room,' Sildar says quickly. I might be interested in a drink and some food too.'
'Splendid! And the rest of you?'