The Golden Autumn Inn in Radasanth held a hearty mix of dregs. It was dingy enough to serve the scum of the city, but popular enough to catch of the attention of some of Radasanth’ more prestigious citizens. To those who were often considered prestigious scum, it was the place that offered the best Lornian ale outside of Lornius itself. "Ey, barkeep, pass me another one of those ales" Dirks called out to the bartender. He was ready for an adventure, even though he was already slurring.