You utter the words, 'oahz'.
A magical gate materializes in a blinding flash of energy.

[HP:100%] [ME: 72%] [PE:100%]
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The Taproom of the Hart and Rose
The atmosphere is thick and close, pregnant with the musk of spilt
ale, wood smoke and cooked food, heavy with the noise of boisterous
conversation, song and laughter. Sawdust is spread liberally over the
worn slate flagstones of the floor, upon which heavy wooden tables and
benching press together, crowded with patrons that compete for the
attentions of the serving wenches that move between them juggling
platters of steaming food and flagons of ale. A fire crackles in the
hearth set beneath a wide stone chimney brest in the north wall. An open
wooden staircase in the south climbs up to the rooms above.
Obvious exits: e(closed) w u ne(closed) gate
A magical gate glowing with red energy leads elsewhere.
A sign by the door reads "Keep yer Horses OUT!".
A cork notice board hangs on the east wall.
A hand-pump is here to dispense water.
The Peacekeeper warder Tuvar is here, on assignment to the Collegium.
A serving wench moves deftly through the taproom serving drinks.
The swordsman Halfdane is here, quietly drinking by the fire.
A merchant guard is here, relaxing between jobs.
A small boy works here collecting glasses and clearing the tables.
A thuggish-looking giant glowers here, watching the customers for trouble.
A brutish-looking man stands impassively at the door watching the crowd.
Tuvar greets you.