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The sturdy wood doors of the massive log-cabin building open as you walk in.  Inside is a rustic, cozy looking lodge with many tables, barstools, and a bar counter made of the various types of wood found in Wintreath, sanded down to smooth them out and make them shine.  The chairs at each of the tables are also wood, slightly cruder with the bark still on them to give them more of a an appearance of stumps cut into different shapes.

  At one end of the lodge near the entrance is a conversation pit where there are trophies of different animals hanging above a beautiful stone fireplace, leather couches with animal furs giving an extra comfort as well as some animal fur rugs including a massive polar bear rug lining up around the couches.

There are two floors to this lodge, the upstairs being an inn for weary travelers to find rest on the fur-blanket beds.  Behind the bar counter is also a room for a kitchen, making many orders from beef to bison, and even alligator as well...and of course vegetarian options for the occasional traveler who strayed away from their carnivore side.

The bar itself is fully stocked with wines, beers, vodkas, and other various types of alcohols as well as a massive amount of non-alcoholic options for the guests who partook in the revelry without the drunken part.

Looking at the bar, you see the bartender cleaning glasses as he looks up and smiles, giving you a warm and hearty welcome to the lodge as several other patrons see you and lift their glasses in welcome.

Curiously enters establishment, orders an entree of vegetables, venison, and rice with a nice cup of sparkling water

Considers getting red wine too

Sits at bar

Well hello there! It's nice to get out of the breeze just a bit, don't you think? It can get awful nippy out towards the mountain.

Orders food

* Wintermoot walks in, sits at the bar, and examines the bar closely

Various types of wood found in Wintreath, eh?

Walks in covered in snow and proceeds to hang up his winter clothing before sitting at the bar.

My apologies for trekking in so much snow, the snow seems to like sticking to my new winter boots for some reason. Now, where was I... Ah yes, one order of vodka and steak please!

* Wintermoot notices that it's taking awhile for people to receive their orders. It appears that in the meantime people are sitting around and awkwardly staring at each other.

Dawcreek, after six whole days of sitting at the bar, begins to become impatient.

I've been waiting here for almost a week now and yet I still don't have my goddamn food? The service in this place is fucking awful and I advise y'all to leave.

Frustrated, Dawcreek gets off his ass and walks to the entrance where he begins putting on his winter clothing, walking out of the building and slamming the door behind him.

Wintermoot chuckles after that scene unfolds. He wonders if it will become the core of a Yelp review. Oh well, at least the fire never seems to die.