Macey Larin

Halfling women. Brown bushy hair, green eyes stands about 4'5". A little plump, but comfortable. Has a lilting Irish accent. Could be considered the town gossip, but really just collects information in order to make sure folks have their needs met. Generally dresses in a loose white blouse and dark green skit with flowers and vines embroidered on the edges.   Owns and operated the Rosey Nose Tavern in Valehelm.    Small, very clean tavern. Well maintained. Dark wainscoting. Smells of good cooking and pipe smoke. Serves two ales - a light Ale called Frothfold and a dark ale called Oaken's Beard (Dwarven Brew). Have a white wine from the Hollister Vineyards and a Red from the Grapes of Wrath Vineyards. Always has delicious foods - famous for their sticky buns.   Serves meals and doesn't take kindly to those who arrive late for meal time.   The rosy Nose is owned and operated by a female halfling - Macey Larin (Irish accent) She stands about 3 feet high, well padded, tangled mop of brown hair, white apron. Friendly and charming. She clearly enjoys her work and takes pride in her small establishment. The Rosy Nose is a fairly small tavern. It is old with stone walls and dark wood wainscoting. From the ceiling hang two chandeliers with candles and wall sconces that light the interior sufficiently. A bar of glossy dark word, without seating, sits on the wall to the left. It is covered with bottles, two large ale kegs and various glassware. The floor is stone. On the far wall is a large fire place with a cheery fire burning and kettles heating on the hearth. In the large open tavern area sit a variety of tables with chairs and benches at each. Most of the tables seat 4, but there are two larger tables that can seat 8. Everything is clean and neat in this tavern. It smells of wood oil, soap, pipe tobacco and a delicious stew cooking on the fire. There is a smattering of regulars seated at the various tables. All tables, save one of the large tables, are occupied. The patrons are chatting, drinking and smoking. One pair is playing a game of dragon chess. A tiefling is in one corner playing a simple tune. At one of the small tables sits a young blonde man. He has a tankard in front of him, seems relaxed but his eyes slowly survey the small crowd. His head comes up when the door opens.