Johann's and Finn's displays of magic were causing clear unrest from the few sellswords left in the barrack. There were whispered talks, pointing, and very clear expressions of malintent.
Doc was completely clueless on where to find anything in this city, which could have been due to a few factors. Luckily, Greta was with him, and guided his poor, addled self through the busy streets until they came upon a tavern in an off-road that was more low key, but recommended by the people that had been asked. Sunlight reflected against the nearby window of a taller house, lighting the signage: A very sad looking mule holding a barrel that looked much to big for it. Below it, in very basic Drathian scripting wrote 'The Burdened Beast.' The front of the tavern was clearly old, but in good repair, and the door was splintered but serviceable. Nobody was outside of it, and it sounded quiet.