**The Bedlam is known by many throughout the city to house any and every patron that walks in through its well-made doors. The interiors are all handsome and warm hardwood floors of deep oak , the beam work and design all very comforting. The inn feels like a home you never left, but have always longed to comeback to. Placed in a dynamic area for traffic in the southwest, it receives a menagerie of clientele. And Mad Tom, the master and innkeeper turns away no one. But know this, while within his walls any and all are safe, so leave your troubles at the door, or you’ll soon be in the frenzied streets of the southwest on your bum, do ye kennit?.**
Boar's Head Stout - A unique dark hoppy beer from the heart of the Alogeans, Boar's Head Stout punches you right in the gut without mercy, is as ferocious as a Windreaver, and just as deadly. Reports say some drinkers tend to turn up naked as their name day the next morning, with no memory of the night in question. It ain't on tap just anywhere in Bakara that's fer sure.
> The imbiber of this drink, if drunk before any quest or job, may choose any known quadrupedal predator in Bakara, gaining the ability to shapeshift into a Dire-form of that animal for the rest of the encounter. This new animal form has a unique set of traits and abilities all its own, and is a ferocious version of the species, more regal and impressive than lesser members of the family. - 40 gold a pint -
**Blijk, if he were to look around the common room, would find it sparsely populated at this hour, a few patrons dotted the tables, breaking their morning fast in peace. Tom, at the bar with a handsome darkwood pipe in his mouth, which was releasing odd curls of jade smoke, was currently wiping down some glass mugs.**
Yack enters the bedlam, noting there are mercifully few sacks of meat at this establishment. He scans the room for "Mad Tom". Deciding he doesn't care that much, Yack walks up to the jade smoke man. Should this man know how to create such smoke?
The olive skinned man who had been propped at the end of the bar with a glass of rum sidled over a couple of seats as he spoke. He wore a faded black leather duster with grey trim and a navy scarf embroider with silver ouroboros.
**Tom poured him a generous amount of dark amber liquid into a new glass; it was a special kurrian blend directly from the islands.**
Mad Tom - Alright. Here's what I need, boys. There's a shipment coming in I've been waiting on. Seems it's a bit tardy. I need you lot to head out to the Eastern Swamp, find it, and return it to me intact. Now, it ain't gonna be pretty most likely, a snatch and grab kinda deal is what we're looking at. Once ye get there, yer contact will be a nadrask, goes by the name Cyrus. He'll fill ye in on the layout.
**Tom grunted, happy to see they all were so enthused. He put in an order for Blijk: a rabbit stew with toast and eggs.**
Mad Tom - We'll, you boys eat up, eh? We'll get you off after ye've finished a good breakfast.
**The innkeeper gave another of his deep, hearty chuckles, bringing out some of his rich cider ale for Yack and Blijk. If any of them were paying attention, they would have caught the glint in ol' Tom's eye as he brought out Yack's plate.**