To call Oakhurst a 'town' may be a bit of an overstatement. Upon approaching, it really resembles nothing so much as a haphazard assortment of wood frame farmhouses, clustered in ramshackle rows. There are a few business establishments evident, clustered around a well in a central town square...a general store, blacksmith, and house of healing complete with faded symbol of Pelor. There also are a couple of buildings that seem to represent the seat of government...the mayor's office, town jail/constable's office, and an important-looking building with a sign that reads, "Merchant Hucrele." But, most important on this hot day, the two-story "Ol' Boar Inn" rises up like an ivory palace in the desert, offering shade and the quenching of thirst to road-weary travellers.
The Ol' Boar has a few locals enjoying lunch, mostly farmers from the look of them, but it's not much of a crowd. A young, if unattractive, woman waits the tables, while an older, lanky, balding man works behind the bar. The ambiance in the inn is rustic and plain, although clean. The visage of a stuffed and mounted boar's head surveys the room from above a large stone hearth.
[OOC: If I understand correctly, Arathar, Imrehsa, and Valeria are at the bar, while Galstadt has taken a free table.]
The man behind the bar quickly and efficiently serves up cold water to Imrehsa, and milk to Valeria (with an apology, "We don't serve goat's milk, Miss. I hope plain ol' cow's milk will do."). He busies himself polishing plates with a cotton cloth, but he does seem interested in the conversation taking place between the three new arrivals at the bar. Finally, his curiosity gets the better of him, and he interrupts. "Excuse me, excuse me....you all are saying you're caravan guards? Huh...well, I guess I must be losing my touch, I had you pegged for adventurers for sure. 'Come to explore the ruins, they are, Garon,' I said to myself. I was all set to send you straight over to Ms. Hucrele. But, I guess if you're riding a caravan, you won't be staying long. Anyhow, sorry for the mistake...now, what else can I get for you? Something to eat?"
Meanwhile, the homely waitress approaches Galstadt at his table. "Can I help you sir?"