The Broken Anvil is an average tavern. It's prices are fair, and it's environs are cozy and stable. Like all inns and taversns, The Broken Anvil is run by the halflings of House Ghallandra(i probably spelled that wrong). A greeter opens the door and pipes out a hardy "Welcome lords and ladies, quite cold out it is. Come in and warm up. This is a special night, for the coldest winds are about to blow. We are offering the first round for free..."
...for the coldest winds are about to blow... The phrase seems to cut through you, and mill about in your minds for a few minutes.
The Halfing didn't know how true that statement really is
Another Halfling takes the group and guides them to a table near a darker corner. "Alright, lads. What'll it be?"