Nether's Gate stands just across the way from the Provost Office, and is near enough to the portal and large enough compared with the other, scant dwellings to dominate the newly formed and mutable skyline somewhat. Though only a mere three stories tall this is more than enough to dwarf the other buildings in its shadow, and it is wider and more strongly built than many of the surrounding homes - built along similar lines to the Provost Office itself in choosing practicality over aesthetic appearance. Two large firepots sit on either side of the wide door and, lit at night, create a welcoming glow to tempt passersby into the interior.
Inside, the shabby tavern is surprisingly clean and well lit, the floor strewn with clean straw among the polished but worn wooden tables and chairs. There is a long, wooden bar that dominates one wall of the place, though it is the most basic of things and is as practical and wooden as most of the rest of the place.
Beyond the main room, the 'Gate, as it's fondly known by much of the Pax Honestus, hosts a number of more intimate delights than mere beverages can provide. For not only is Nether's Gate a tavern, entertainment hall and gathering place for all, it also serves as a brothel. Upstairs one could hear the sound of giggling and running feet. The girls of the Nether's Gate knew how to please a man, and keep his mind off the rough daily life of Pax.
Craghley followed Haalguard dutifully into the interior of the Gate, very much pleased with its' appearance. The mark of the day being what it was the place was relatively empty, but every bar has its' regulars. Craghley turned his head up to the strange sounds coming from upstairs, frowning a little while wondering what it was. Nonetheless his stride did not falter as he went to the bar. He continued to talk to Haalguard while on the move.
"How long has yer mine been here? Must be afore the town were founded... did they come here because of the proximity tae you folks?"
Catching the bartender's eye he asked for five tankards of house ale. He trusted Haalguard to find a table suitable for the dwarves and to help carry the drinks back.