Machinations Satisfactions

Outside

The front of the Inn is rugged and aged with aged lumber, yet after the first ten feet or so on either side the wood becomes bashed together in a hurry as if expanded over time with mismatched lengths of wood, upon a foundation of mortared stones, the firelight coming from the windows of this ramshackle inn nevertheless looks quite inviting in this wintry landscape.

Inside

As you enter the rugged establishment, you find yourself staring into the open maw of a roaring bear. It takes only a moment to recognize the work of a skilled taxidermist, who has managed to convincingly pose the brown bear on its hind legs. Dead ahead of you, a tired-looking clerk dressed in worn leathers sits behind a desk, occasionally letting loose with a stream of chewing tobacco. To the left, a narrow staircase presumably leads up to the inn’s rooms. To the right, three stairs lead down to a cavernous common room lined with rich furs lashed to rude wooden frames, encircling a massive stone firepit in the center of the room. The few patrons are being served bowls of steaming stew, brought out by a server carrying their burden on a polished wooden plank.

The Bar

Operated by a four armed Machination labeled LL-01D, nicknamed Lloyd by the locals. A spider like machination, mounted into the bartop built with four long arms that angle twice, as if he had two forearms allowing it to reach the far side of the bar with ease.
Several Long tubes attached to different kegs connect the base of his arms carring different dark liquors that he pours into rugged glass mugs.
His face lacks any structure and instead is a flat piece of steel polished clean and rounded to mimic a general round shape of a head. Though lacking a nose, ears, eyes and mouth the whirrling of gears and gizmos within the machinations body dutifully fill any order of booze requested - that is once payment has been slid into a collection hole carved into the bartop.