Passing through the door, you see this pub is dark and peaceful within - several thick-hewn tables with equally sturdy chairs are arranged around the room. A fire crackles in the stone hearth, and the bar at the back appears to offer nearly every kind of drink one might ask for. The publican steps out from the kitchen, and sees you. He wipes his hands on his apron and steps forward with a smile.
"Come in, rest your feet. A bath? Of course! I'll send the girl up with hot water right away. Meanwhile, have a mug and tell your tale, if you like. The bar stays open until the wee hours, so there's no hurry. You all look tired.