Low Seas Tavern
The shabby façade of the Low Seas Tavern marks the north face of a small square at the center of Cargo Street. One must descend a short case of stairs to reach the establishment’s front door, which lies a few feet below the level of the street. The sounds of boisterous good cheer echo up to the square at all hours of the day. Inside is a two-story taproom rich with private alcoves, smoking tables, and small stages for dancers or musicians. Energetic fiddles and delicate finger-cymbals give rhythm to the din of conversation and argument, and from the moment a stranger enters he feels out of place, as if he is treading upon some private haven.
Good food in small portions Is available here as is expensive but very high-quality drink. In addition to the wide assortment of adventurers usually encountered here, the inn is a favourite haunt of sailors visiting Greyhawk. Having somewhat of a rowdy reputation in River Quarter establishments, many sailors appreciate the Low Seas as a tavern that belongs to them, where they decide who is and isn’t a stranger.
This is not to say that other folk are unwelcome in the Low Seas. The tavern’s proprietor, a good-natured but decidedly aging former explorer named One-Eye Halloran, welcomes all to sample from his kegs. One-Eye doesn’t fully appreciate how his powerful nautical guests have wrested control of the establishment from him simply by making it their constant haunt when they are not attending to their ships. The most influential (and intimidating) of these men is Janos Mezáros, Captain of the Earl of Carse.
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