The old Weary Traveler sign is gone, splintered by a thug's dagger - a temporary sign hangs from the old black iron links.
[SIZE=24][SIZE=18]The Silver Buckle, Entertainment and Fine Lodging[/SIZE][/SIZE]
The door is re-lacquered, weeds pulled, loose flagstones tamped down. Contractors come and go with supplies. The proprietors, a tall Tilmarian man and a petite elven woman, pack away most of the loose furniture. Much hammering and sawing is heard from inside and those who come in for a drink from the recently re-stocked bar see evidence all over that work is being done.
A portal is moved from a back room to prominently by the front door.