The Black Tankard

Hanging outside the door of this old dive bar is a large black tankard full of old human bones, and the demeanour inside is approximately as cheerful as it looks from the outside. A rude old duergar named Droon Stonedark keeps the place running, and works for the Xanathar. Those looking to contact Ahmaergo often do so through here, by way of his informants and runners, though he himself almost never shows in this place. Two minotaurs stand by the doors inside, and those Droon doesn’t recognize as guildmembers have no more than ten seconds to prove themselves before Droon gives the order to his guards to have them thrown outside. Should a group put up a fight, a spectator hovering above in the rafters is prepared to join the fray. Droon sells Wyrmwizz, a murky ale, for 2sp per mug, and briny, watery gumpfish soup for 3sp a bowl. Nothing more is available here—the place is more a front for discussing Guild business than a business unto itself.

Type

Pub / Tavern / Restaurant

Parent Location

The Port

Owner

Droon Stonedark