As you step into the wealthy quarter of Lygos, the Drunken Dragon Tavern stands out like a bold declaration of indulgence and whimsy. The sign hanging above the wide oak doors depicts a green dragon with crossed eyes, its forked tongue dangling comically as it guzzles from a frothy tankard of ale. The laughter and music spilling out from within suggest the tavern is a hub of energy and life.

Inside, the tavern is a two-story expanse of polished dark wood, warm lantern light, and boisterous cheer. The main floor features long tables packed with well-dressed patrons, a polished bar spanning the length of the room, and a grand staircase curving up to a balcony where private booths offer a quieter escape. Intricate carvings of dragons adorn the walls, alongside banners and sigils of dragonkind, giving the space a reverent yet jovial atmosphere.

Behind the bar stands Cid, a red-scaled kobold whose fiery demeanor contrasts sharply with his diminutive size. Perched atop the bar itself more often than behind it, he barks commands at the staff and customers alike with a sharp wit and an air of authority that brooks no nonsense. His sharp, intelligent eyes miss nothing, and he rules his establishment with the confidence of a dragon overseeing its hoard.

By Cid's side looms Leonard, a hulking firbolg whose presence alone is enough to keep trouble at bay. Standing nearly seven feet tall, Leonard is a mountain of muscle, with a kind but vacant expression that softens his otherwise intimidating form. He says little, letting Cid’s sharp tongue do the talking, but when the kobold gives a command, Leonard follows with unflinching loyalty.

Cid welcomes all who cross his threshold with the same greeting: a sly grin and a glance to ensure their coin is good. "The Drunken Dragon's a haven for all dragonkind," he proclaims proudly to anyone who’ll listen, "and a place for the rest of you to enjoy a fine drink—as long as your gold’s as shiny as my scales."

For those seeking information, particularly about the dragonborn and kobold communities of Lygos, Cid is a fountain of knowledge—though such treasures rarely come without cost. As lively as the tavern is, there’s no mistaking its undercurrent of order; Cid and Leonard make sure of that. One misstep, and the gentle giant might loom over you with fists the size of tankards, while Cid delivers the final word in his sharp, cutting tone.

Welcome to the Drunken Dragon Tavern—a place of camaraderie, coin, and the occasional clash of egos under the watchful eye of its crafty kobold proprietor.

Tavern Regulars

1. Gorrath Steeljaw

A towering bronze-scaled Dragonborn, always sitting ramrod-straight with arms folded. His serious golden eyes and unsmiling face make him look like he’s guarding the place, yet he’s always surrounded by rowdy friends who drink and sing. No one quite knows why he puts up with them—or why they adore him.

2. Bruni Amberkeg

A stocky Dwarf woman with fiery red hair in messy braids and cheeks perpetually flushed from drink. She slams tankards like a champion and leans across tables to flirt with anything that breathes, her bawdy remarks enough to make seasoned drunkards turn crimson.

3. Dainor Greyleaf

A lean, Half-Elf man with dark curls going gray and a crooked smile. He brags endlessly about his twelve children, naming them all with fatherly pride—yet somehow he’s always in the tavern and never rushing home to them. His patched clothes and bleary eyes suggest his coin goes more to ale than family.

4. Rargan and Velka Bloodtide

A Hobgoblin couple, both broad-shouldered and scarred, always storming into the tavern mid-argument. They bicker and shout through the night, only to soften as the drinks flow—by closing time, they leave arm in arm, tearfully vowing eternal love until the cycle repeats.

5. Brother Dalton Dernholm

A balding Human priest of Waukeen, dressed in robes with fraying golden trim. He preaches prosperity by day, but by night he’s at the gaming tables, cheerfully gambling away every coin in his purse. Despite losing constantly, he insists Tymora will bless him “any day now.”

6. Pimrick Grumblesnout

A squat, ugly Gnome with a bulbous nose, yellowed teeth, and tufts of wiry hair sprouting from his ears. He plants himself by the tavern door, arms crossed, and loudly insults every patron who walks in—mocking their clothes, their posture, or the way they smell. Most roll their eyes, but some stop to trade barbs, which Pimrick always seems to relish.