[sblock=OOC]Sweet!
Eligos doesn't particularly have anything more to say, ATM, so we'll move on.[/sblock]
Having concluded your business, secured the services of Eligos, and obtained his advice, you take your leave. Pollard, the aged, elven manservant, escorts you out. The young lad quickly comes forward from the other side of the street, from which he watched the house.
"Yes, yes sir!" the boy replies to Kushnak.
"Foreign Quarter. This way."
It is getting quite late, well after dark, by the time you reach the Foreign Quarter. One of the large buildings in the neighborhood, the Crooked House, is just that--a bit off tilt. Its walls are all at odd angles while none of its windows and doors are quite square. Despite this, the building looks to be in good repair, freshly painted and clean.
Upon entry, you find a charming, pleasant atmosphere. The taproom is busy with customers, but it is not at all the crowded and lowly place that you know the Feral Dog in Diamond Lake to be. The taproom is decorated with numerous trophies, primarily owlbear heads. A pleasant-seeming gnome, talking to locals, notes your arrival and quickly bounces forward.
"Good evenings sirs, ma'am." The gnome politely inclines his head.
"My name is Tarquin Shortstone, and this here is the Crooked House. I don't recognize you, so you must be new. Probably had a long days travel, I'd bet. While dinner has already been served, we do have plenty of remnants that can be heated up right quick, and they taste just as good. And if you need rooms I do have enough singles available for the lot of you. My doubles and party rooms have already been taken by a merchant caravan, but the singles are good and private.