The sign above this tavern's entrance depicts a wall-eyed zombie drinking from a cracked tankard. The ale in the tankard pours out of various holes in his neck and torso to pool at his feet, where six drunken rats cavort.
The sign is a fair warning that this watering hole isn't for the cultured and quiet--which a glance at the tavern's patrons will confirm. The Thirsty Zombie's clientele is universally coarse, foul-mouthed, and loud, none more so than Torgin Kuraki, the corpulent half-orc who runs the place. He doesn't keep (or need) bouncers, preferring to handle any customer- thrashing himself often to the delighted whoops of his other patrons. The taste of Torgin's whip is usually enough to curb a drunkard's unwelcome revelry. When additional persuasion is called for, Torgin keeps a supply of a dozen 1+ merciful bolts for the masterwork heavy crossbow (named 'Last Call") that Hangs meaningfully behind the bar.