Haplo breaks the ration and hands it to the dogs, who almost bite his hand alongside the food. Now that he looks at them, he notices that they are thin, not sickly thin but underfed.
Horros, Lorcan and Durban enter the inn through the front door. The inside is nicer than what the guard at the gate let you understand.
The people already inside turn to face the newcomers, you, and after a quick look return to their drinks. There is no fighting aside from the occasional friendly punch being thrown.
Signs of past brawls are there, however, broken pieces of tables and chairs are piled next to the fireplace and there are some small patches of dryed blood on the floor. Next to the door, a pile of fresh tables and chairs is leaning against the wall.
Otherwise the inn seems as nice as one would expect from an inn.