The interior of the tavern is warm and inviting compared to the outside. A fire roars in the hearth, banishing the chill from within the building. The odor of roasted meats drifts through the air. The sound of liquid being poured into mugs and light chatter is heard... and promptly stops when your team enters. The few customers within cease talking and stare, obviously uncomfortable with the newcomers entering their establishment.
Darius bumps the tip of his head on the frame as the group tromps into the tavern, but doesn't even flinch of course. The proprietor looks at him with an air of affected nonchalance, cleaning a clay mug. His expression softens a bit when Tosh produces a sack from beneath his cloak and begins to pluck gold coins from it.
"Come in, come in, sirs," he says, gesturing. "A spot of ale after a long journey, aye? Or maybe you be famished an' looking for some of our roasted boar?"
Darius nods and moves forward, but Tosh speaks first.
"I think some ale be in orda," he says, putting three gold coins on the counter. He puts a fourth down. "Some of that boar, too."
The innkeeper nods, looking at the money with a big smile as he turns to bark orders to the kitchen. Tosh whispers something to Darius and the Knight nods, turning to his fellows and issuing an order. Most of the Knights shuffle over to a series of unoccupied tables and...
Stop suddenly, as they realize to sit would be to break the seats. Instead they stand around the tables, waiting. Darius, Tosh, and the rest wait at the bar. The bartender returns shortly with a tray of mugs filled with somewhat weak ale.
"Glad to see you I am," he murmurs as he puts a mug down in front of each of the bar-present. "It's been years since we had travelers through here, and serving my loyal locals only gets me so much coin."