Follow the dwarf.

A few streets away, the dwarf leads you to an inn, and it's not what you expected to see. Though it's certainly not on the main street, it has a sign above the door that lights up, just like something from back home! You can tell it's not plugged in, and you've yet to see anything electrical in this world, so it's most certainly magic, but it's surely not something you thought you'd find. The sign is of a mug pouring into the mouth of a goblin, and of course it's called, "The Thirsty Goblin".

"Here we are," she says, and gestures her thumb to some folk across the room. "Gotta go, but enjoy yourself, eh?"

"Thanks. You too."

It isn't the nicest establishment you've seen, but it's spacious, there's a stage on the left-hand side, and the folk here cover the whole spectrum of the rainbow. You spot short folk, people with pointed ears, some in shady black leather, and others in vibrant flamboyant robes. Two bartenders stand behind the long counter up front, and a couple waitresses carry plates and mugs around the room to various tables.

One behind the counter is a human man, though he's currently occupied. Your group approaches the other with green skin. He has short black hair, a wide jaw, and two tusks protrude up from behind his lower lip. He looks to you with a stern expression as he wipes down the counter top with a rag.

"Hey there," you say. "Do you have any--"

"I'll take one of everything!" Niki butts in, and slams her fist on the counter.

"Don't damage the bar," the half-orc speaks stoically.

You pull Niki back by her arm. "Don't get us banned from this place already."

"I won't!" she says, grabbing you back. "I'm just starving, all right?"

A few drunk humans stumble over to your group from behind. They look immediately to Rabbit's Foot, who certainly does stick out even more than the rest of you. Her emerald spandex and eye-mask are a step above an adventurer's garb. One of them laughs and approaches her first.

"Hey, lady. We can't wait to shee your show!" he slurs. "What do you... What do you do? Juggle?"

"No way, man," another one says. "I know thish lady. She ish a dancer, for sure..."

"Actually, I'm a super--" RF starts to respond, but then a woman grabs her arm from the side.

"The shtage is thish way~!"

"I'm not a performer!"

As she's pulled away, Eva hurries after them. "Wait! Let her go!"

Finally, Amara steps up to the counter with a polite expression. "Hello, sir. We would like five rooms for the night. And do you sell any large platters that perhaps a group can eat together?"

The half-orc rubs his head. "Yeah. In a place like this, it's a pretty convenient thing. We'll get you Tolis Banquet. It's a bunch of different things. Popular for mercenary groups and stuff. Imagine a big plate just covered in meats, cheeses, and all that."

"That sounds delicious. Thank you, sir."

"Niki... Let me go!" you shout. "We need to get our rooms and some dinner!"

"I'll let you go when you apologize."

"For what?!"