In the heart of the Bard's Quarter lies The Black Jug. The outside of this two story building
is made of hard baked mud bricks, colored a dark dirty brown. The windows of both
floors are closed, shuttered with black wood. On the battered wooden sign that hangs over
the door is a simple picture of a black jug. During the day, the front is usually clear of riff
raff, though at night, a number of questionable characters stand out front, smoking and
drinking.
A handful of steps lead down into the dark, tabac smoke filled main room of this seedy
tavern. Private booths are available for those who do not wish the company they keep
(and their discussions) to become public knowledge. This is the known hang out of
assassins and poison makers, thieves and bards. Their services are not cheap and, truth be
told, not always reliable, but they are well sought after none the less.
The walls of The Black Jug are covered an odd - and often disturbing - variety of items.
Broken crockery from past fights hang next the finger bone of the loser of such a contest.
The shaft of an axe rests above pieces of Kreen shell, and cracked and shattered skulls
above the bar leer at the drinkers below. Brawls are not uncommon, nor unwelcome, and
bets are placed immediately after the participants begin their fight.
The upstairs is the private residence of the owner, Gethin. Also above are the
storage rooms and three bedrooms. Gethin does not avertise these rooms, but it the money
is right, he will rent out these room for a few nights.The rooms are neither spacious nor
clean, but they are private, and very few know of them. Bhurk, a middle aged man with an
unkept beard, smelly clothing, and who has a slight shake, sits at the top of the stairs,
which are next to the bar.