eberron Style. Steam Fantasy Style. The tankard The smell of burnt tobacco and alcoholic fumes fills your senses, while the silent flickering of candles seems like the wandering souls of the damned. The tavern is a dark hole where the dregs of society gather to conduct dark deals and drown hidden fears. Figures squat at the dirty tables, their faces shrouded in shadows and secrets. Their whispers are like the hiss of a snake lurking in the dark, ready to strike. The laughter of the drunks cuts through the air like a razor-sharp sneer as the innkeeper fills the glasses with a crooked grin and the darkness spreads its dark wings over the souls of the lost. There are no stories about any heroes told here, but rather dark intrigues and dark plans are made.