Zor, 14th Aryth, 998 YK
Int. Grendel's Knife - Stormreach - Midday
Grendel's Knife is just as dusty on the inside as it is on the outside. The tables and chairs are made of an odd, greyish-tan wood. A number of sailors sit at the tables and at the bar, some of them awake, some of them asleep, all of them drinking. Behind the bar and to either side are four staircases, two leading up, two down. A burly and rather ugly man tends the bar; his bare arms are covered with scars and tattoos, which also reach out of the collar of his shirt, crawl up his neck, and cover his bald head. As you enter, he grins, "Mainlanders. Y'all'll be wanting a room, I suppose." His voice sounds like a saw cutting wood.