When you open the door, you are immediately greeted with the strong scent of ale and smoke wafting over your nostrils, as before you is a small cramped tavern that clearly has seen better times. The tavern itself is decorated with a nautical theme, with a worn sign over the bar counter displaying “The Silvered Anchor”, accompanied by the logo of an upside down anchor directly to the right of it. The magical lanterns illuminating in the tavern are dim and warm, giving you a familiar feeling of your hometown in some ways.

The bar itself is attended to by an older looking gentleman wearing unusually formal attire, with a prominent scar over his right cheek. As he’s wiping down something spilled on the counter, you can see he’s listening intently to two burly dwarves who look like fishermen also at the counter. They are loudly arguing over something they saw earlier in the day, but you haven’t heard enough to discern what they are talking about. At the far end of the counter, you also see a lone halfling figure, wearing a black cloak and hood drawn over their head, drinking alone and seemingly uninterested in the commotion around them.

In the corner booth, you also see a group of elderly looking women playing a card game of some kind around the table. They don’t seem to be talking much at all, instead focusing solely on the game they are playing, but its too far away for you to tell what exactly it is. In the booth next to them, you see what appears to be a dad and his 3 children, as he’s desperately trying to clean up the mess his youngest appears to have made at table by playing too much with his food. Finally on the other side of the room in another booth, you spot two armored elven women, each bearing the sigil of a half eclipsed sun on their pauldrons, who appear to be bonding over a large chunk of roasted mutton.

What does your character do now?