Once, in the middle of the pub, displayed on a large stone dais were the mummified remains of a dragon’s heart. Normally this would not be allowed, but a royal decree allowed it hundreds of years ago. This is the oldest of the original city public houses, has numerous small rooms with coal fires tucked away, and is the start of many a great adventurers journey.
At one time it was the meeting place of a secret society, charged with keeping the city safe from attack. A collection of mages, druids, sorcerers, and warlocks made it their home. After the attack on the city, the 'Heart lost all it's patrons and wards. Now it stands, a shell of its former self... only a pair of ghostly apparitions haunt its corners, its bartender, one Orlo Dovewail has taken over to make what few silvers he can on the novelty of what it once was.