To the tavern.

The trek across the city was moderately uneventful. The occasional cart would pass by, neighbors who were familiar with you would wave, and at one point you saw a small rabbit dart across the road. It was still early, which may explain the lack of people milling about.

Making your way into the tavern, you see a few common folk eating breakfast and making idle small talk, a handful of drunkards at the bar that keep bursting into laughter, the owner of the tavern speaking with a barmaid, and a Wood Elf sitting quietly at a table in the back.