"Is this heaven..?" Dranik muttered under his breath. "If you have a roast pig, that would do nicely. Oh! And a few of your best cakes my good man!" Dranik grabbed the closest mug and chugged it down. It was a good stout ale, and he set the mug down, feeling warm. He didn't care about the strange red door that had appeared on his ship anymore, all he cared about was drinking and eating, and conversing with the strange people that would inevitably come inside as well. He hadn't seen them yet, but Dranik knew they were coming. The tavern had a certain feel to it like it was the center of something. Dranik shrug this off and downed another mug, this time of a crisp, sweet mead. The dwarf let out a hearty laugh. "My friend, I think I'm beginning to like this place!"