You are one of those adventures, though as you head towards the vale you hear of great dangers within as well. The tales of bards convince you that it is better to team up as an expedition into the lands than try and go by yourself as you hear the fate of many such loners found dead in the land.
As night approaches, you come to a thriving inn, The Drunken Dragon, at the end of Drakmar pass the way through the Kummer Mountains and into the vale. As you enter the smell of beer and food assault your senses. It is not loud but the hum of conversation is found throughout as you see a variety of races mingling. You can tell some are merchants but many have steel strapped to their sides with the same look of adventure as you.
A bard sits in the corner playing a harp, A box lies at his feet with a few coins inside. A mallard in chain armor sits nearby watching the crowd with a club by his side. A couple of serving girls weave through the tables as a halfling walks up and down behind a bar serving drinks to those who approach.
A small group of men huddle in the corner making plans of some sort at a table. In another corner sits a couple, one wearing armor and the other smaller of stature with their back turned to you with a hood up. A group of merchants sit together talking as you see their guards stand against a wall watching anyone nearing their table.
There is a smattering of a few others wandering around getting food or drink, as they make introductions with each other.