Khyros discreetly (for a nightmare, anyway) orders a drink from the bar. The weakest mead they have, preferably.
You ignore the animal person trying to talk to you about sports and order some mead. The bar lady pours a drink from a keg behind her and slides it to you. Its a golden colored liquid, smelling more strongly of honey than alcohol.
"Meads from a Leprechaun colony not too far from here. Lightweights don't put much alcohol in it. One coin sir."
"I'm glad that there is no fee for sleeping in one of those rooms. I'm a little tight on money as of late," Lanith said. She lied about the last part, "as of late", but it was way simpler than saying "me and my family were always tight on money" and then having to explain where she got her equipment, the old aramid coat, the katzbalger, and the buckler from. All these things were gifts from a family friend who turned out to have stole them. "Anyways, any jobs for us adventurers to do?"
"Ain't you supposed to be investigating the Etherwind? Most adventurers make their coin going into the old ruins. Junk from the Precursors all sells well. Guess there is bounties over at the old guild hall too, but aside from the sky trying to kill everyone its mostly quiet on that front."
George takes out a coin from his belt pouch and plops it down in front of the bartender.
"I'll take a mug of dwarf cider then."
"Thank ya."
She takes the coin, grabs a ladle, and fills you drink from a stone container near the floor. It is a steaming dark liquid that is hot to the touch.
"Dwarf cider warms ya up in more ways than one. Popular with those who just got back from the cold south. Careful ya don't burn your tongue."