In your arms tonight

The Bear Arms is a pleasant little tavern. The ceiling is low, but it feels cozy instead of claustrophobic thanks to the pleasant decor. The fire is crackling merrily away, making the room smell pleasantly smoky. Looks like it's a quiet time of day, there's hardly anyone in here.

Behind the bar you see a bulky and buxom bear. You suppose she must be the bear, the one with the arms. Makes sense. You bet she gives great hugs.

The only other people in here are three important-looking pirates drinking and chatting behind a long table. They feel a bit out of place this far inland, not to mention the quasi-medieval setting. They don't seem to mind, however.