[ Molly returns to the table with a plate for himself as well, and some breakfast ale. He's smiling, energized by meeting new people and the promise of the fruit and breads on his plate (and bacon).

He slides into the chair next to Fjord and hands over the ale before digging in. ]

So Urgal says we're in the right place, at least, so that's good. Just down the alley next to the tavern!

[ Mm, apple slices... ]

Is it good? Apparently they make their own brew.