It gets dark early this time of year, 4:43 pm today, to be exact. The waxing crescent moon is already up. The pair knock on the large door and are asked to identify themselves and state their business by a man on the top of the wall. Security isn't too tight, apparently, as the man then ushers them inside the walls.
"I'm Tom." says the man. He's a human, mid twenties, with long brown hair and a warm, genuine smile. "We offer a hot dinner, comfy hammock, and stabling for your horse for 2 gps. Can't beat that deal in these parts."
Presumably the party accepts. The are shown into the courtyard in which stand several buildings. A kitchen/dining area in which the owners live. An outhouse, a well, a stable, a storage shed, and a common room for guests.
There are only two other guests for dinner this night, a slender brown haired young man, and a dark middle aged human missing his left ear and eye, and having a scar on his left cheek. Dinner is served by Tom's mother and sister.