The tavern was a two story building, found on chiseled stone, reinforced with wooden beams. The first floor, from the outside, looked as if it was made out of stone up to the first half of the ground floor, while the second fifty percent of it were made out of wood, mostly planks. The second level of the double story building was entirely crafted out of a light material, colored white. The roof was comprised out of red tiles and appeared well crafted.

 The hanging wooden sign was weakly swinging. The sway of the trio of planks was hypnotic and calming under normal circumstances, but after the death of the Gods, Urdal had grown uncomfortable. The fact that there was no wind did not help the sign's case. 

 The half-elf took note that there were no horses in the stable, located right in front of the tavern, but he was certain the establishment was brimming with life. Alcohol helped people cope. And there were many, many people who needed to cope with a great loss now.

 The man with a newfound quest pushed the big, wooden door, which separated the outside world and the 'heavenly' dimension of the tavern, and walked in. There was a short corridor, leading to the left and then turning right. As he stood now, he could not see any of the patrons, but he could hear them.

 Now was the time to turn back, he figured. He either turned around and left, saving himself the troubles of doing whatever it was he would need to do, or entered, exposing his life to much greater risk than it would be exposed to if he remained in the town. Why would he enter? To appease a pretty priestess? That was not motivating enough for him. Perhaps for glory? But glory was not useful for one with his profession. Perhaps riches? Yes, people would be thankful. They would give him money, because he saved them. He decided gold would be his reasoning.

 Urdal, now filled with the belief that he was going to be repaid greatly, walked into the corridor and stood at the end of the hallway. In front of him, sitting, standing or laying were the patrons of the tavern. Some turned to face him. Others had already been looking at the entrance of the corridor. Third ignored him.

"I'm hiring!"  He announced.