This is a two story building with its ground floor dropping down 15 feet into a fighter's pit. A balcony on the second floor overlooks the pit, as well as a few rentable rooms. There is a golem bartender permanently on duty. In the corner by the door is the Announcement Board.

Newly installed are brass half globes about every 15 feet, they are located high up on the walls. Their use only known to Kryl'n, however to those who can sense magic you can tell they're enchanted.

We have a resident medic for our fighters, some of you have already met him, for those of you that didn't it means you ain't hurt that bad. He stays in his room and out of sight. If your curious about him we suggest you ask around on the street.

From the door you can see that the place is set up for business. Two wasp-like constructs click and whirr as they fly about, cleaning up last nights mess. A large, ungainly golem lumbers, carrying heavier things like massive barrels of wine and ale. An ugly construct that looks like a cross between a centipede and a suckerfish tip taps about the floor frantically, sucking up every bit of dust. The man that used to sit in the corner of the room, quill in hand. A fat cigar is bit between his teeth. Has been missing for the better part of two years.
Gears[K] has taken charge of running the tavern untill his master comes back, untill then the construct waits his gemstone eyes always glancing toward the door hopefully when it creaks open.