Dusken Glade Inn

Sitting on High Street, practically at the crux where the Trades, Castle, and North Wards meet, the Dusken Glade Inn has been open for about a decade. In that time, it has become a fixture in the neighborhood, a place where the city's quill-pushers meet the nobility meet the merchants (both rough and refined).

It is also a space for the folk of Twilight Vaeteru, the chosen name of Waterdeep's queer subculture, whose spectacle transforms the large taproom into a fairy tale ambiance some nights of the tenday. The sheer variety of folk here means that no one really stands out: the noble in his cloth-of-gold brocade waistcoat might sit one table over from the drover still smelling of the road, and neither blink an eye.

Everyone comes to the Dusken Glade Inn at one time or another, it is said, and who can blame them? All but nightly performances of both musical performance and the gender-illusions of saececraft always means there's entertainment with one's drink or supper, both of which are fair indeed. For those seeking a bit more relaxation, there are a set of heated baths in the cellars for relaxing after a hard day's work. Locals frequently rent out the gardens or the rooftop promenade, as well, borrowing some of the inn's ambiance for their own soirees.