deipnosophist

It is with some trepidation that she enters the Cock & Cat.  The gloom inside almost exactly matches that of the tired dusk outside.  If she hurries, she can be out again before the place comes alive.  She steels herself and makes her way towards a bench next to the hearth.  A large form in a cloak, huddled over a tankard, breaks wind as she passes.  Ah.  The local deipnosophist.