Stu's lower eye lid twitches as he comes upon the bar on the southern isle. It is a ramshackle building with lots of trinkets and gloomy objects. The sign, half broken, reads "Skull of Ale"
With a large smile. "Now this is more like it!" He shouts gleefully as he darts into the bar.
OOG: The people in this bar are more abrasive. They are basically the opposite of the northern bar; Tough, stupid, poor. The beer and ale here is lower quality than the northern bar, but they serve actual beer and ale, as opposed to their northern rivals. If you appear to be weak or prissy, you'll probably get the shit beaten out of you. Despite this, most of the regulars of the bar see eye to eye, and there are rarely any fights between them. They all rather choose to come together on their commonalities, such as their hatred of the noble bar.
And yes, the northern bar and the southern bar hate each other with a burning passion, don't let either one of them catch you going to their rival, or you be met with some shit when you try to come back.
Thats about all the describing of the two bars there is to do. I intend on the drinkers in the group picking what bar they will regular, just as a little role-playing fun.
Stu's choice is clear. Moving on now.