The Blue Jack

3C2P This watering hole is named for the blue leather armor worn by the proprietor in his long-ago adventuring days. The armor still hangs, in rotting tatters, above the bar. The tavern specializes in low prices and fast service. This specialization is a success; the place is always crammed. Folk go elsewhere to sit and chat or do business, but duck in here to load up on food and drink before hurrying on about their day. The Jack, as citizens call it (a short form of the name, true, but most call it that because of the many drinking jacks you can empty there), stands on the west side of the High Road, just north of its intersection with Waterdeep Way. In such a busy place, encoun¬ters between enemies are not uncommon—but the staff can hurl drinking jacks hard and accurately from behind the bar, and six able-bodied scrappers can be mustered if the kitchens and bar are emptied by the proprietor. Patrons are not encouraged to stay long—there are stools and stand-up elbowrests, but no booths or seats, and little food. Only cold cut platters, garlic sauce, pickles, handwheels of cheese, and hot biscuits covered with melted butter are available (1 cp per serving, each). The drinkables are similarly limited: ale at 1 cp/jack, bitters at 2 cp, stout at 3 cp, zzar at 4 cp, and wine at 4 cp/tallglass (either Neverwinter white or red wine from Amn). Proprietor: Immithar the Glove, a fast-moving, canny fellow, is the tavern's proprietor. He is quick with a joke or to mimic—per¬fectly—the speech of other folk.