Harbor bells from the docks on Lake Honrich, great views of the mountains of the Rift... And the godawful smell coming up from the Ratway, and guards just as likely to rob you as the criminals. That's how one knows they're in Riften. Still, a city means an inn, and an inn means a stop to rest. That's always much appreciated, especially when it's starting to get dark in Skyrim as it is now. Fortunately the tavern is right through the front gates, a cozy looking place called the Bee and Barb, a sign out front emblazoned with a honeybee perched on a fishhook welcoming patrons inside.

Fortunately for now, it seems that the late night rush is yet to come, though likely that's only a temporary reprieve. It's slow and mostly empty at the moment. The owners, a green-scaled Argonian man working the floor, sweeping and cleaning up, and a white-scaled woman behind the counter, are just starting to prepare for the night to come. The man looks up at hearing a newcomer.

"Ah," he speaks, "Welcome to the Bee and Barb, milord. If I can interest you in one of our special drinks, you let me know."