There is a bar.
It's a quiet place, a wide room with seats at the bartop, tables a bit further away and secluded booths aplenty. The decor is understated, dark wood paneling and leather. A few doors lead off to other rooms, and a set of stairs heads up.
Out one window is a vista of exploding stars. No bartender is in evidence. The door occasionally borrows other doors, as someone new is about to find out.
There are a half-dozen or so people here, none of them particularly visibly remarkable. Well. Except for one. With obvious pointed ears and what can only be described as an adventurer's outfit - hood and cape, leather straps and buckles everywhere - gulping down some beverage from a large mug at the bar. She waves at the newcomer. "Hiya!"