Moments passed as Liaena stood outside of the entrance in the snow without any new signals from the alehouse. Faint voices could be heard through the heavy wooden door, which through the weather looked to be actually quite new and reinforced with a solid metal frame and heavy iron studs. 
Yet after almost a minute had passed, a clank could suddenly be heard from the other side of the door as it swung inwards, and light shone outwards from the warmth of the alehouse and illuminated the snow around Liaena.

"What's this talk about Liaena? Who ar,- ohh."

In the doorway stood a very familiar face, the white bearded face of a dwarf, Doin. He was wearing his armor which consisted of layers of leather, chainmail and some plates beneath his red cloak. When he saw Liaena in the form of Kathlin, the old dwarf squinted his eyes to look closer. Reaching down to a small pocket on his belt, he retrieved a pair of small glasses that he placed on his nose to give Liaena an even more scrutinizing look. But then suddenly the curiosity on the dwarf's face was replaced by a brief look of disappointment, before he shook his head.

"Ye said Rune sent ya?" Doin asked as he looked at Liaena, placing his glasses back into his belt before he opened the door completely and motioned for Liaena to step in.
"Come-in, come-in! I dunt want ye tha freeze yer butt off at me doorstep!"

As Liaena was led into the alehouse, she was met with a wave of warmth and tightly packed air eager to escape. The lower floor she had entered had multiple rows of tables lined up through it, though some of them seemed to be missing. There were two bars at the opposite ends of the room, most likely to ensure that no patron became sober during the main hours. 
There was a large brick fireplace at the end of the room, which was burning with a weak flame. Large kegs of beer lined the walls alongside tall, red banners with the guild insignia of the Red Vanguard; a rampaging bull. 

Close to the entrance and facing her as she entered was a large wooden bill board, with multiple notes, papers and letters attached to it through the use of an assortment of sharp objects, be it nails, daggers and even an axe. But in the middle of the billboard stood a newer, large looking note that read with bold letters "[b]NO NIGHT ELVES ALLOWED![/b]"

The whole main room of the alehouse was actually quite empty when considering its size. There were barely more than nine people in the room total. By the corner was the dwarven innkeeper who oversaw the reparation of some broken chairs and tables by two of the Vanguard's members, one of them being Frarn and another a young human, with a large pile of pulverized furniture next to them that still needed fixing, or more probable; salvaging.
In the center of the room a couple of feet away from them stood five other men and dwarves in red capes, surrounding one of the bar tables with various scrolls and books on it. All of them were wearing their armor, whether it be plate, leather or mail. Judging by appearance, they seemed to be some of the higher ranking members of the order. One of the older men, a human with gray hair, threw Liaena a suspicious look as she entered the alehouse; and positioned himself between the girl and the table to block her view.

"My name is Doin Broadshield. Sorry about the mess, buttercup; but we had a... ahem," Doin explained, though hesitated as threw the rest of the alehouse a quick glance.
" ... well, eh. It was a pretty big party, aheermm! ... "

Doin stopped as he had lead Liaena to the nearest table, the dwarf's mind seemingly having taken a sudden vacation as the dwarf merely stared forward at the wall for a few seconds; before he suddenly turned around and gazed up at Liaena.

"Why did ye come here? Is the little gal in trouble? The assassins? Did the Night Elves finally get tired of her?"