Tavern located on the outer perimeter of the Market district bordering the docks of Highever. A rather seedy establishment, high class clientele avoid the place. Drunks and dregs of society like to call this ramshackle hut of a building home on many an evening.

Owner: Ricard, a burly looking man in his 40's/50's. No one knows for sure. He's been around forever and some kid he's too stubborn and crotchity to die.