| The Hoof 'n' Mouth
A dwarf behind the bar looks Tagret up and down. "Now why go way over there when I've got the best prices in Saltmarsh right here. Besides, I only offer directions to those what drink in mah bar." He picks up a slightly grimy mug and begins wiping it with an even grimier towel stuck in the belt around his waist. "Ale for you? Blahg's Black is the best in town for the price." The patrons seem to be local fishermen or sailors who take little interest in the Monk at the bar. As his eyes adjust to the light, Tagert realizes the construction here is new despite the run down even decrepit appearance of the place. | 
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