There is a table wedged into the corner near the open window towards the back of the tavern. Ellis is already occupying one seat there, back to the wall, with a small book open in front of him. The window has been cracked open enough to invite a breeze. Two tankards are set on the table.

Ellis closes the book as Richard approaches.

"The owner is offering some kind of stew," Ellis says, watching Richard's expression. "If you haven't eaten."