Charon's Rest
A well-kept looking tavern rests on a clearing after exiting a forest path with a swaying sign with a cloaked figure in a boat on it with the words "Charon's Rest" carved in an elegant font curved over the head of the ferryman. What seemed to look like glow worms wrapped around the railings, hung from the ledge of the roof, and wrapped around the sign's post all seemed to cast an almost ethereal glow on everything around it to provide enough light to get to the wooden structure underneath an moonless night sky.
Entering the building you're greated by warmth and the smell of fresh food that had been cooked by Moró and was currently being served by Alhena and Anubis to the visiting patrons of the tavern.
The three headed Cerberus was in the back doing inventory for what needed to be restocked while the barkeep, Zephyr, raised his head and greeted you with a grin on his face.
"Hey there, take a seat anywhere you'd like and warm up. Alhena or Anubis will swing by when they can to see if you need anything." There was a pause as Zephyr leans on the bar counter, a red fog seeping from his mouth like breath in the cold air of a winter's night. "Or you could tell me about your latest travels and drama.."
Cerberus clears his throat in a subtle manner while one of his heads look over in the direction of the nosy goob, a simple reminder to not get straight into everyone's buisness.
"Right right," Zephyr chuckled as he gestured towards a few rooms with one paw his head resting in his other paw, "If you're tired we've got plenty of rooms. It's no easy hike to get here, I'm sure, first night's stay is always on the house."