The facilities inside the Wolf King's Den were somewhat outdated, but one could tell they had been meticulously maintained. Just past the entrance was a bar room filled with tables and chairs, yet it wasn't very crowded, allowing Lancelot and his group to easily pass through. There weren't many guests in the inn, and most were dressed finely without carrying weapons, which made Lancelot's group seem somewhat out of place.
A pleasing song rang from the side of the hall, turning heads to see a human dressed in an extravagant outfit performing by the fire, strumming a beautiful lute. The bard noticed them too and flashed a smile at these potential customers.
Lancelot led his group through the hall to the other side where the bar counter was. A man of average build, with graying hair, and somewhat elderly stood there with a patient, polite but proud demeanor, waiting for them to approach. In another situation, Lancelot might have mistaken him for a butler of some great noble.
