Green Dragon Inn
The Green Dragon Inn is located in Greyhawk's River Quarter, along a wide street crowded with rivermen, cutthroats, and thieves. At night the two-story stone building comes alive with activity, the sound of boisterous laughs and the sight of flickering windows attracting custom from all quarters of the city. Most of the shabby clientele are locals, Dockway bully-boys or bargefolk looking for cheap drinks and good atmosphere. The Dragon provides the latter in quantity, for its proprietor does little to quell light violence and overtly encourages enthusiastic drinking and carousing. Weapons and armour are allowed (and a wise precaution). It’s a dangerous place but a friendly one, as long as no one harms the staff.
The Green Dragon’s inviting taproom swells to capacity of nearly sixty patrons on weekend evenings and remains busy into the small hours of the morning. Against the back wall, to the right of the expansive and well-stocked bar, is a raised platform supporting a private dining area with a fireplace and a long mahogany table capable of seating eight. When he is not mingling with his patrons, Ricard Damaris holds court from the dais, surrounding himself with a coterie of intriguing folk.
For more than thirty years, adventurers have favored the Green Dragon Inn as a font of information about strange happenings in the city, unexplored tombs in the Cairn Hills, and even rumours about “lost levels” of Castle Greyhawk. The more adventurers who frequent the tavern, the deeper the information network grows, and the gregarious Ricard Damaris—seldom far from the taproom—is there to hear it all. Ricard closely follows events these days out of curiosity, but in an earlier time, information was the sole purpose of the inn.
The kitchen’s specialty is “Quij’s Plate,” a heaping bowl of under-cooked sausages and soggy potatoes large enough to please an ogre. He has not been seen in years. If asked about it, Ricard smiles wistfully and recalls that the orc was a regular patron years ago but disappeared after Lord Robilar was run out of town back in 570 CY. He never admits Robilar’s financial stake in the Inn, instead claiming that he owns the place himself and always has (a story that checks out according to the city’s office of records).
The inn’s second floor boasts several rooms for rent, each accommodating up to two guests. Ricard and his staff live on the premises in a series of apartments off a hall from the guest quarters.
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