Browntavia Tavern is not brown at all.  It is made of wood and looks like a broken shack.  Outside is  a huge watering hole for horses and dogs.  Visually it doesn't look like much but inside the chairs have a special design and have carvings of horses and farm work on the back of each chair.
Tavern of Browntavia, Tavern
worker
farmers
I am a farmer.  My family and I live right outside of the kingdom.  We will soon be harvesting.  After harvest, my sons and I will take our goods to the town to sell.
Oof, just let me take a seat there.  Been a long day in th' fields!  Now then, what can I be doin' fer ye, good man? I was curious as to the pay of a laborer upon your farm. You see, I've been ferrying felled logs for local woodsmen for sometime, and I am growing tired of the work. Perhaps it is time to try other ventures. So I ask, what is it like upon your farm, and are you in want of a laborer? Ach, ye be askin' me that at a fine time, lad.  Ever since that dragon attack, I've been in sore need of some willin' hands ta help with the harvest.  Can't be letting the crops all go ta seed, ya know.  Have ye any experience with farmin'? Aye, I grew up upon a vast and bountiful land. It wasn't until the Black Death took me family that I traveled onward to carve out my own destiny. I would thrive within your fields, I think. Tell me, what is the status of this farm? Ach, poor lad.  Tis a hard thing havin' yer family carried off like that.  Letsee now... farm be about, oh 50 acres er so.  Well, maybe 47, takin' inta account the fire damage.  Crops just be starting though, so there's plenta a work fer willin hands. Fire, Sir? May I ask what happened there? Oh, well, twas just a small dragon.  Really a drake, actually, I suppose, but I've not much learnin' fer the finer points of knowledge on that account. A drake, sir?! Are these on often occurrence upon your farm? Am I expect to be takin' up arms against the foul creatures, sir? Ah, nay, lad, nary a worry there.  Some misguided boy-o thought it twas an unusually large chicken egg.  When it hatched, 'e thought he could make a pet.  But I'm afraid there's no tamin' those beasts. You don't say! Where a wee boy be gettin' a dragon egg, ya think? Yeh know, couple of the lads were ponderin' that just the other day.  Seems that word has reached even the kingly lord hisself, and there's a reward out fer any eggs that one may chance upon. ... Any chance the wee boy found it within the fields of your farm, sir? To meet my end in the jaws of a dragon tis my greatest fear and horror...