“Aye, tavern, that sounds like a good a place as any!” Graeme says.

It’s been a while since he had been able to taste a good whisky.

Only a couple streets down leads the group to the village's tavern. It doesn't appear to be very large, roughly 60 feet square. As the party enters, the group sees a single shaft of light thrusts illumination into the main area. It's brightness looks like a solid pillar in the heavy fog. Above the gaping doorway hangs a sign precariously askew that reads "Blood on the Vine Tavern".

The tavern was once finely appointed but has grown shoddy over the years. A blazing fire in the central hearth gives scant warmth to the few huddled souls within.

”Well.” Graeme says in a low voice to the group. “This is shite!” He continues with a grin. “A’ hope the drink is better than the am-bi-ance!”

Euron feels uncomfortable entering a tavern. You quickly notice that  "I usually avoid such places. Too many people. Such places mean trouble".

However, when he enters and realizes that there are only a few souls in it, his tension seems to sink "Maybe it won't be as bad as it seems. But we shouldn't stay here too long."

To the left is a pudgy man behind an old bar who's currently cleaning drinking glasses. A group of older women sit at a table near the bar, and a rather excited man sits at a table by the opposing wall. Neither group of patrons react negatively, but the bartender frowns deeply as everyone enters.

Allen will walk up to the  bartender and asked"...Um do you have any wine?"

Dartis walks up next to Allen, listening in on whether or not our coin will be accepted here after seeing the bartenders frown. 

Rumble looks around, taking note of exits. He would also like to see if any patrons are drunk enough for easy pickings. Insight 20

Allen, The heavy bartender keeps cleaning glasses and responds, "Glass be 1cp, pitcher 1sp." He seems like a no nonsense kind of guy. He eyes Dartis but doesn't say anything. His frown perhaps a permanent facial fixture.

Rumble, it doesn't seem like anyone is drinking in excess. The old ladies are playing cards, and the young man is looking directly at the group. He takes a long sip of his drink and puts it down without breaking eye contact.

"Ahhh okay... here." Allen takes a single silver coin and places on the counter. 

The bartender puts his rag and glass down to retrieve your request. The glass he was working on is chipped and worn with age, but it has a particularly clean shine to it. With deft, swift movements, the bartender pours a glass of wine and slides it your way. He takes the silver and then resumes his glass cleaning.

Johnny makes his way to the bar as well, careful to avoid the stare he glimpses in his peripheral vision, and places a silver piece on the counter as well.

"I'll take something a little...stronger, if you have it," he says.

Euron will just sit next to Allen and order nothing. He puts on his hood to cover his face. He tries to draw as little attention to himself as possible and observe the room and the people himself. A little quieter he says to the others "The people don't seem to be very talkative. Even the bartender. Strange for such an establishment"

Insight: 17, Perception:  18

"Have you got anything to eat? I've only rations and was hoping to maybe get something on the fresher side."

Rumble is also curious about what food is on offer.

"Well most of the houses were bordered up.. maybe these folk are left."

The bartender gently puts his glass and rag down again and retrieves another shiny glass. He says nothing and pours from the exact same wine bottle as before. Just before he reaches out to collect the coin, a kindly voice comes loudly from behind you. The man from the afar seat bows deeply. He has shoulder-length blonde hair and a strong jaw. He's clad in well worn leathers and a green scarf around his waist.

"Please, allow me to pay for your meals and drinks. That's is, you are adventurers, no? How about some ham and wine? If you would join me, I would love to have you."

Unlike others seen recently, he appears warm and accepting of the assorted party. He does give each of you the once over, but it is less aggressive and more interest.

*curiosity peaks*

Rimble nods, trying to hide his excitement for free food.

Pokerface: 18

Dartis is genuinely surprised at the offered kindness and expresses it in his face and looks back over to his current traveling companions to gauge their faces. "I sure wouldn't mind having some pork, I'm almost thinking of going back out there and roasting up some if that wolf..."

Johnny slips his silver from under the bartender's hand, infinitely suspicious.

"Don't care much for wine anyways," he mutters to himself before turning to face the man. "I'll pass, thank you," he says with cold politeness, "as I am no adventurer."

Just a gutter-rat that traded death for profit. No, no free meals for Johnny Allbright, even if it was to be his last.