The Inn sits cozily in a tiny pocket-sized valley, with small woods nearby, and a few pastures. You can see that one is specifically for growing crops, but the others are for grazing animals. The green fields are fenced in neatly with straight wooden posts. Off to one side is a barn. From this far away, you cannot tell if there are animals in it or not. Several dozen yards away is the Inn, smoke drifting leisurely out of the gray stone chimney. You are suddenly aware of your sore feet and tramp down the hill towards the Inn.
The simple courtyard front of the Inn is lined with worn cobblestone, and a warm, hospitable light shines through the paned glass windows. Raucous laughter flows easily through the open door, and the camaraderie is evident. You eagerly duck through the door and adjust your eyes to the dimmer light.
The huge fireplace takes up nearly half a wall. A blaze crackling cheerfully is fueled by several large logs, and over it, a cauldron bubbles merrily with a thick beef stew. The aroma of freshly-baked bread tickles your nose. Turning your head, you can see that sturdy wooden tables and chairs filled with people engaged in deep conversation take up most of the space in the Inn. You gaze further beyond and spy the long counter, taking up one whole wall length. A few maids are busy rolling out apple pastries, washing dishes, and serving up more mugs of ale and steaming apple cider. The attractive bartender leans against the counter close to you, smiling warmly.
"What'll it be, Traveler? A mug of ale? A bowl of stew? A room for the night?" The bartender winks at you, smiling meaningfully.
"Some apple cider, if you please," you decide. You favor the bartender by returning a shy smile. "And I'll see about that room later."
The bartender nods, then motions to one of the maids.
"On the house, just for you," the bartender says conspiratorally.
The maid draws you a mug of hot spiced cider and slides it down the bar counter to you. You catch it easily and turn away, flushing lightly as the bartender blows you a not-so-discreet kiss.
You gaze around the Inn, searching for an empty seat. You find several, and then consider the companions at those tables.
Take a seat at a table with that funny little man with pointy ears
Approach the woman sitting at the bar, staring off into oblivion