The pub directly inside the city gates is small, and looks to be overpriced as well. Probably the sort of thing that caters to caravan guards, too much in a hurry to get some ale to bother looking deeper into the city. A sign out in front of the plain gray building shows an ale barrel pouring forth its contents, without any kind of tap or cork in the barrel. The Broken Tap is empty at this time, save for the lone bartender. Everyone else is out in the streets, doing whatever it is that they're doing. Cheering, by the sound of it.
The swirling mists from the twin waterfalls, above and below the town, limits visibility to approximately thirty feet. Judging from the slime on the cobblestones and the moss growing just about everywhere, this mist is pretty well permanent.
While no member of the Hoods of Discretion knows what the party is about, it's rather easy to determine. Hearth's question to the Tap's barkeep is responded to with a smile and a nod. Well, ye see, the Band o' The Crimson Mantle has killed one of those infernal demons that have been plaguin' us. First time we've been able to strike back at them, what with all the troubles and all. I'm sure if you head a bit further up the street a bit, you'll see 'em parading about. He takes a perfectly clean-looking mug and wipes it out with a rather dirty rag, fills the mug with ale, and hands it to Hearth, repeating the process with Jered and Dolos.
After distributing ales, the barkeep looks the party up and down. "Ye're all new in town, I gather? I don't remember seeing you around before, and I usually get to meet most new folks coming in. Dun Eamon's a pretty simple town, but here's some advice. Don't cause no trouble, and trouble won't be seekin' you out. We're a bit rough around the edges here, but things are pretty simple. The Angus brothers keep a firm hand on things, and give the city guard a lotta' power. But, keep them swords sheathed, them spells uncast, and be polite, and ye'll get alorng jes fine."
"If ye don't have a place already picked out, I suggest you stop by the Market Tavern. Good rooms, and I'll admit it: the ale there is better, although it ain't as cold or as cheap. Tell Agatha I set you, and she'll treat you right. Once you get settled in, you'll want tae present yourself to the constabulary. We keep a pretty close eye on folk in this town, lotta folk runnin' around with swords and the like, it's best to know who's where at tha least, ye kennit?"
