@DaakSyde @William_George @MalevolentPixy @strokeybeard @Macro
The inn is a square fronted, two-story timber building in the middle of the block. Two doors and three windows face the street at ground level; five windows on the first floor.
To the right of the inn is a narrow alleyway, designed to allow access for the waste collectors. A pair of chimneys rise up this wall, each with a small metal hatch at ground level for ash removal.
Although uncomfortably warm, the brickwork provides for good handholds all the way to the roof. There are no windows facing onto the alleyway from the inn or the neighbouring building.
“I’ve got a couple of rooms vacant upstairs at the moment, and there’s always space in the taproom. How many of you are there, and how much room will you be wanting?”
Although the patrons are not hostile in appearance, there does seem to be a hint of tension in the air. Several tables appear to be having intense, private discussions.
After a gentle probe, the barman explains.
“Yes, everyone’s a bit upset; the theatre burnt down this morning, and that’s the third fire in the neighbourhood this last fortnight. It weren’t no accident, no matter what they say.”
“It’s those bloody fanatics north of Newmarket what’s responsible, if you ask me. The Prince should kick them back over the river where they belong.”
[GM note: I’ll be needing a Climbing roll from Hayu and a Merchant roll from Eoin]