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The Swell Tavern
The familiar smell of the somewhat soot dappled air greets you as you step out into the open afternoon sky. The faint mist is still lingering over the city from the cold morning, and you can see what looks to be a bit of a darkened, possible storm front on its way in the distance. You go ahead and follow your genossy friend here to the certain swell tavern. As you step inside, the smell in here is strong of old stained wood, ale charcoal and a ancient burned interior,. And just an undercurrent of faintly bathed individuals that have come in here during their work break or a day off.