From the Books: "We turned up that street. The Plucked Owl turned out to be on the lake side of the Periferiea, tucked in under a small ridge that thrust out towards the lake. Oddly, at least to me, it had no stables attached, though we passed two different stables near the tavern as we walked up to it.
As our eyes adjusted to the gloom we found ourselves in a low-ceilinged tiny taproom with only three others lounging around. Five or six passages led out of the taproom. I realized most of those passages led not to overnight rooms or to kitchens, but to smaller communal areas. These tiny taprooms were strung along the front of the building, each only large enough for a small table and four chairs. The owner had divided the Plucked Owl into separate places where people could transact business with some semblance of privacy." - TEOAD, p. 237