A brightly dressed varisian man greets you with a warm smile. Some stew and a few ales? Well, you came to the right place. You can set your stuff down in the corner over there. As he waves his hand towards the corner several silver bracelets jingle and clink. You can have a seat anywhere, I'll grab the ale and check on the stew. He walks behind the bar, grabbing 2 mugs in one hand, and nudges the tap on with a practiced grace as he carefully fills both mugs. Kicking the tap off he places them on the bar while the head subsides a bit and pokes his head into the back room. You can barely hear him say Hey 'Elda, we've got the first of the next wave off the boat, make sure the stew is hot and steaming, they'll be looking for something better than the gruul of the Iron Kelpie. Turning back to the mugs, the heads now calm, he hits the tap again to top them off before returning to the table. Here's the ale, and the stew'll be ready in a moment. The names Rauno, just holler if you have a need.