As you enter, the bard sings "The Dragonborn Comes", the chat is lively, and many men, elves and others talk in various fashions, different weapons and armors, from the likes of places few had ever seen.
Hey there, welcome to The Drowning Argonian, what can I do you for? Please have a good time, take a seat, have a drink, share some stories will your fellows. You need some mead, I just got a brand case of Briar Mead this morning.
I'm Flows-Like-Water, and here, the mead just does that. You can figure out why it's called The Drowning Argonian yourself.