After many miles Of Walking a small building finally comes into sight through the snow at the edge of the mountains overlooking the snowy Cliffs as You come in there is a small tavern. a large female bartender is washing the oakwood counter. it is small, now fireplace but there is an Inn down stairs underground. the stone floor sends a shivver up your spine. but it's the only Tavern for miles. several drunkards sit at the tables enjoying themselves and brawling.