An old, rare cellar tavern with low ceilings (5' clearance) that once catered primarily to the dwarves, gnomes, halflings, and odd goblins in Waterdeep. Today, however, it is almost entirely goblinoids, kobolds, and the occasional orc who can tolerate being constantly crouched over.
Its reputation as a rough place and a meeting spot for rough sorts protects its non-human patrons from the prying eyes of "polite" society.
AddressIrimar's Walk, Corivael's Maze, East High Street, Trades Ward
Amaquel, the sharp-eyed gnome barkeep, has uncanny knife-throwing skills and an even more uncanny sense for danger.
Fleur, a native Waterdavian in his late twenties, is a dazzlingly
handsome handsome fellow. Flowing locks of red-blond hair pour down over
his shoulders. Blue-green eyes that swim with the depths of the Sea of
Swords. White teeth in an enchanting smile. What he has in beauty he
utterly lacks in brains.
He worked as an escort in festhalls until recently but is currently
unemployed. With friends all over the city, Fleur spends most of his
time drinking and carousing. He gets by on his looks and doesn't know
what to do with his life, and has shown little interest in working for a