Felix shoots a grin over his shoulder as he strides up to the door. "Revelry. Merriment. Possibly havoc."

With a shove of his hand, the door opens into a small tavern, heavy wooden beams arching above them into a high, smoke-stained roof. Even this early, it's starting to fill with people, seated in nooks and around the walls. Although the windows let in shafts of sunlight, it's weak compared to the illumination of the glowing torches and the blazing fire in the central pit. Beside it stand a few cooking pots, and over it a spit laden with roasting rabbit and venison. As they come in, it's being adjusted by the tavern owner, a Bosmer with braided red hair.

He looks up and swiftly moves behind the counter, wiping his hands. "Hello, friends. Can I offer you some hunting supplies or a drink?"