@RooibosWithCake The Jovial Sparrow.
Ewan squinted up at the freshly painted sign. What sort of adventuring group calls themselves
sparrows? But beggars can't be choosers; two adventuring companies had already turned him and his stolen map away. The boy's stint as Lady Selwin's servant hadn't been pleasant, and he wanted to make the most of the treasure map he'd swiped. He walked inside.
The Jovial Sparrow had a sparse crowd, or at least it seemed that way, the entire building was enormous. Nothing high-class, which was good, as Ewan looked rather scruffy. Exotic weapons and the skulls of unusual monsters adorned the walls. The little sorcerer tip-toed up the bar and peered over it.
He cleared his throat, trying to sound formal, "Uh, hello? Who do I talk to about hiring some adventurers? Got a treasure map - I mean a position - for your sparrows.
"Also do you got a bed for the night?"
