The Jade Jug

5C5A On the northwest corner of the intersection of the High Road and Waterdeep Way stands what has been called Waterdeep's plushest inn. It deserves its prime location—many noble families would envy the spotless, luxuri¬ous accommodations. Every detail, from handsoap bowls beside the piped-water baths, within easy reach of a reclining bather, to the bedside icebox filled with shrimp snacks and chilled wine, has been thought of. Guests are attended by a per¬sonal servant of their choice for the duration of their stay from those not presently engaged with another customer. Their every need is attended to: Food is brought, a coach (or, in icy winter weather, a sledge) is brought around if the guest wishes to go out in the city, and anything a guest gets dirty is instantly whisked away and replaced with a clean duplicate. Decor is muted, not garish or in bad taste (unlike the Unicorn’s Horn across the way). Quite simply I felt like a pampered king during my one-night stay. But with rooms 12 gp to 30 gp/ night and suites 25 gp to 50 gp, one night was simply all I could hope to afford! Until you've been bathed by a cheerful, skillful, beautiful maid who wears white gloves as she soaps you, you haven't lived. If you've gold enough, go to the Jade Jug. I'll never sneer at pampering again. Proprietress: The charming, beautiful, one-armed hostess is Amaratha Ruendarr. She notices every detail, and remembers the names of guests' pets, children, or mates from th35eir last visit, a year or more ago!