This small, filthy tavern is housed within a dilapidated single-story structure of black stone and decaying wood. Hanging over the door of the old dive bar is a large fire-blackened tankard overflowing with old human bones, and the atmosphere inside is exactly as cheerful as this signage would imply.
The Tankard falls solidly under the domain of the Xanathar Guild. Inside, two minotaurs in dark corners stand at the ready to eject unwanted patrons. Above, a spectator floats amid the rafters to provide additional security. The proprietor, Droon Stonedark, is known to work for the Guild; those he doesn't recognize as members have around ten seconds to prove themselves before they are removed from the premises.
Those permitted to remain can purchase Wyrmwizz, a murky ale, for 2 sp per mug, and briny, watery gumpfish soup for 3 sp a bowl. Nothing more is available here—the place is more a front for discussing Guild business than a business unto itself.