Okay, cue the impromptu bar brawls, edgy bar entrances, gambling distractions, prostitute encounters and gritty interrogations.
Sayra is not at the bar (I wouldn't make it that easy). There is instead an old fat cliched guy, who will tell you that Sayra ain't working tonight (in that aggressive way that a man would if he's trying to hide something).
And the tavern is guarded by four big club-wielding bastards, who will be very unhappy if you try to go into any backrooms or cellars.
This is just a tavern, so there's no bedrooms or any of that shit. And they serve fish (not lobster). And there's no free refills.