Entering The Creaking Thigh

This building has seen better days. The large cut out wooden leg still moves, but every strong gust of wind threatens to break it free and really put a foot down on the whole thing. This seems like the seedy place in town. Every town always has a nice spot and a kinda grungy underbelly. And here it is, The Creaking Thigh.
Walking inside would reveal a sparse barroom, a few wooden tables strewn about but most lie empty. Behind the bar is Madame Whiskerthrob, she’s a featherbeard dwarf with a clearly storied past. But the story is short, her leg was lost at sea in an exciting and tragic tale of piracy. Now she has a peg leg, the namesake of the Creaking Thigh right there. She flags you down. “Customers! And you look like the sort who can afford stuff. Please, come have a seat, lets get you some grog.”
She points to a barstool, but to get there means moving past a big draft horse that seems to be in the bar. Two men are talking near the front of the horse, Though as you round the horse’s side, you realize it is not two men and a horse, is a man and a centaur!
“The writings do tell of a nightmare that is never ending, not even when you wake. It precedes the 40 days of darkness and laughter before Setebos consumes the world in agonizing fury.” The man is wearing a hooded cloak, it is dark and culty. Though most cults try to play down their thing, he seems to be wearing it as matter of factly as a Sister might adorn a habit.
“I’m not having the nightmare now, I just couldn’t sleep because of it.” The huge centaur puts his big hands to his face, holding his forehead and rubbing his eyes.
“Then it isn’t the horror before the night. No apocalypse today. But hey, don’t let it get you down, perhaps the apocalypse will come tomorrow.” The cultist smiles warmly, he really means it. He says it with such hope and a pleasant tone.
The centaur’s back foot stamps at the ground reflexively as the pair see you. The centaur looks you up and down and decides you aren’t a problem. Which is as good as a friend to him.