On one of the numerous paths, and trails in the Maajhoto wilderness, a pub lies, all that is standing of a once small town. The pubmaster serves all kinds, not picky, but on guard, as he serves to the raiders who live in the forest, and the paladins who protect it, and even the occaisonal traveler. The Pubmaster has a few rooms that are always open to customers.

The pub lies in the middle of a once farm town, that has been reduced to rubble due to constant raiding. A pub being left untouched due to the favorment of alcohal, among the raiders.

Con walked toward the pub, one of his favorite stops, as it catered to all, no questions asked. Con was a firm beleiver in a good, 'No Questions Asked' policy. The pub door entered Con's sight, the sliver of gold light shone from the cracks of the door, from outside, a few loud raiders, or maybe if drunken rangers could be easily heard.

Con entered through the door naturally, then sat and waited for service.