Karl Hubber
Karl leads you through a narrow side door toward the back of the tavern, down a short flight of stairs into his cellar. Its a low ceilinged room with rough stone walls, with rows and rows of wooden casks and barrels stacked on top of each other. Some are marked with chalk, and most have faded Thyatian trade stamps. The floor itself is cheap wood planks, but you can see the packed dirt between the gaps in the boards. There is but a single iron lantern hanging overhead to provide some light.
"Here it is. Please, please, please; don’t knock anything over, don’t break anything. I can't afford to close the place down, not even for a few days" he considered whether he should stay and watch, but eventually decided against it. There would be more and more patrons arriving as lunch approaches, and he wants to make sure everything is ready for their arrival.
"Don't make too big of mess" he finally says, before heading back up the stairs.
