inc0rpor3al's Lair

A sign swings, creaking slightly in the fetid, stinking air of the plague-ridden land.
"The Leaky Tap", it reads, a tankard overflowing with golden alcohol and white foam painted right underneath it.
Warm orange-yellow light glows from within, the muffled sound of talking and clinking trickling out through the windows.
This is a strangely well-kept tavern, given the whole...state of the Blight Sanctum. But it's a welcoming place! Somehow.
Will you go in?
Yes
No