The River Rat
A notorious dive nestled in the heart of the Strip, The River Rat is the favored haunt of the Rhennee whenever they come ashore from their barges.
This rowdy inn never closes, its doors always open to a rough-and-tumble crowd that thrives on cheap drink, bad food, and an utter disregard for propriety.
The atmosphere is best described as raucous and unrefined—baths are optional, manners are nonexistent, and fights are as much a part of the evening as the watered-down ale. Anyone foolish enough to arrive in fine clothing, appear weak, or—gods forbid—be an attractive woman, is in for a night of relentless harassment from the regulars.
The River Rat’s proprietor, Zalkan Sooth, is a Rhennee who has called Greyhawk home for decades. He takes a hands-off approach to managing his establishment, refusing to break up brawls or step in when tempers flare. Instead, he simply tallies up the damages and presents the bill to the unfortunate participants the next morning—assuming they’re still conscious.
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