The entire tavern is filled with the smell of liqour. The building was quite large and spacious. The entire structure seemed to be made of strong stone, and torches lined the walls on all sides, yet adequate ventilation made the room cooling. Tables and chairs are placed haphazardly as both locals and travellers chat or gossip over a glass of milk or mug of Ale.

There is a long bar at one end of the room, with a old, sturdy man at the counter.

In another section of the room, there seemed to be heated -and- hearty discussion going on.

Glancing around, you decide to...

go up to the bar
try to get in on the conversations
leave the Flaming Knight Tavern
go and confront the young boy who stole your purse