Evening Nip

This very small, dark-wood, rough and tumble dive bar. The interior was around 20 by 30 feet, and was lit by a central candle-lit chandelier that is almost obtrusively laid from a low ceiling. The floor was made of wooden boards, and there was a number of small booths that are built out of wood as well. The bare had a classic Old-England pub feel. Everything smelled of dried beers and ale and rotted wood, and where one would expect a rowdy crow but it's very quiet. There was a couple doors that lead into a kitchen or storage area.

The bar was run by Clive Bens, a very old dwarf with half of his beard burned away revealing a perpetual grimace. He employed two dangerous-looking guards at the outside, that acted as bouncers.
 * One of these thicker human men, was completely bald, had pale skin, and a big square chin that looks like it's been broken in multiple places who has his arms crossed.
 * The other bouncer looked to be a spindly guy who sat near the enterence. He had daggers sheathed on both sides.

The bar served the basest, most bitter ale, but it was functional.

Patrons
Two patrons within the bar sat separate booths drinking alone and watched the Mighty Nein as they entered.
 * A younger, plump human male, who had a tuft of a red and grey goatee at the end of his chin. He had no hair on top of his head.
 * An older human in his forties, he was clutching a tankard, and you can see he has a very familiar tattoo around his neck to Thed.