'Be ye stranger or friend, welcome to the Stone Red,' reads a fading sign posted just outside of the building. The door's hinges creak as you open it, and inside, the atmosphere is vibrant, and alive. The air is thick with the smoke of cigars and incense, while groups of men, and the occassional, rarer woman, sit at tables and stools, playing various games with cards and dices.
There are several free seats available, should you decide it suits you to sit down and relax a while.
Behind the pub's counter, the bartender works tirelessly. Axil is an aging man, though he handles it well - his grey hair is receding, and countered by a thick, black beard. His constant work in the bar, from preparing foods and drinks, to maneuvering furniture and breaking up bar fights have all helped him maintain a muscular, robust build.
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