Wicht
Hero
The inside is indeed just as seedy as the outside suggests. There is a thick layer of grime on the floor and the lamps on the wall release a steady cloud of acrid smoke, covering the cieling and walls (and nearly everything else) with a black layer of soot. Over everything there is the smell of vomit, blood and acrid sweat, hardly a pleassant combination.
There is a scuffle of some sort taking place in the far end of the room, but no one is paying it much mind. There are tables and chairs scattered throughout the room and less than half of them are occupied. In the middle of the room is a bar, tended by a large ogre with a broken tusk, an eye-patch and a hook for a hand. He is pretending to polish a glass but the cloth he is using is so grimy as to leave the reason a matter for speculation. There are stairs going up to the second floor on the far left side of the long room.
There is a scuffle of some sort taking place in the far end of the room, but no one is paying it much mind. There are tables and chairs scattered throughout the room and less than half of them are occupied. In the middle of the room is a bar, tended by a large ogre with a broken tusk, an eye-patch and a hook for a hand. He is pretending to polish a glass but the cloth he is using is so grimy as to leave the reason a matter for speculation. There are stairs going up to the second floor on the far left side of the long room.