Stormcloak Inn

Though it once skirted the edge of being truly a despicable dive, the Stormcloak swan dived over it after the death of its owner several years ago and its subsequent inheritance by his son. It is now known as a filthy pit that serves only swill, its taproom long-soaked with stale beer and blood.

It is the haunt of local thugs, and only the most desperate or drunken of sailors and roughneck dock-hands come here at all. Though the rooms are plentiful, they are largely inhabited by vicious sorts who may or may not actually pay to dwell there.