The raucous shouts and jeers you’ve come to associate with taverns are nowhere to be heard here. You step inside, worried that they may be closed, but no—the room is actually quite lively. Most of the tables are occupied, and a barkeep slinks around the tavern—their shoes making not a sound—occasionally leaning down and speaking quietly with a patron before returning to the bar to pour drinks. The hearth is shielded by a tinted screen, and the stew cooking in the cauldron releases only a faint scent of potato and carrots. Everyone seems perfectly content with the quiet, the dimness, and the lack of fragrance.

~ Envisioned by Forge Ahead: A Party To Access