The Broken Arrow Inn

You enter the pub. It is a rather seedy looking joint. A long bar spans the far left wall, an oversized bartender is slowly watching the patrons while he wipes out the inside of a mug. Most of the tables are occupied. On the far wall is a stage, off to the right of the stage a couple of bards are playing some tunes. A scantily clad woman dances on the stage itself. Immediatly to your right is a tied off rope that leads up along the wall to the cieling where it drapes over to the middle of the room. From it hangs a candled chandaleer. The light from the flickering flames gives this place an odd feeling.