Walking through a modern down town there is a break in the buildings. An old stone structure stands alone. There are lights glowing from all the windows and a faint murmur of the activities going on within.
As you approach the building, a large oak door stands in your way. Carved on the door is a circle. It used to be white as you flecks of the old paint that are still there. The brass door pull looks inviting as it has probably been used by many countless people through the years. As you open the door the sound that was only a murmur before is almost deafening. Along with the sound comes a warm gush of air piggybacked by the myriad of scents. There seems to be a warmth that calls you in like a warm blanket.
You venture down a small flight of stairs opening up to room that seems to be too big for the building. In front you many tables are between you and a grand fireplace. The warmth and some of the scents are no longer a mystery. To the right stretches a long bar with nearly 15 stools