| Hoon 'n' Mouth The dwarf looks at Tagret with some curiosity. "You're a monk and you don't drink, but you want to find a tavern eh? Daft if you ask me." He pulls a pint from a large cask on the bar into the dirty mug and slides it in front of the drunk. The dark thick ale smells vaguely of dirt as it passes. "Two coppers for the ale and the directions are for those that drink in mah bar, but to get rid of the likes of you I'll tell ye. Go up that street out front and hang a right on the main North road. You'll see the creepy place on your left. Look for a sign with a burning ship on it crawling with lizards." Even a non-drinker realizes two coppers for a mug is cheap. Maybe other taverns charge more for clean glasses? The dwarf move off to attend another customer.
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