The Sailors' Own

3C2P This dockside tavern stands on Sail Street, across from the mouth of Tarnished Silver Alley with water lapping at the docks only a few strides away. The reek of fish—and rotting seaweed—hangs strongly about the whole area. Inside the tavern, the sailors seem to be trying to blot it out with the smells of their various and often exotic tobaccos. The place is low-beamed and crowded, with weary sailors slumped on benches playing at board games, cards, or merely getting thoroughly drunk. They are often left to sleep the night through here. Anyone who's going to be sick is expected to make it out the dockside door first. Anyone who starts a fight will be thrown through that same door—luckily, it usually opens at the impact—by the proprietor, a man of prodi¬gious strength. I saw him lift an entire table with one hand while he reached under it to snatch up a drunken sailor with the other! His aim and strength are suffi¬cient to hurl a struggling brawler through the dockside door boots first—high enough to just clear the threshold and sail across the quayside beyond, straight into the water. It's worth a few coppers just to see this, but you don't want to be anywhere near when such trouble starts. This place is just what its name implies. It belongs to the sailors, and they don't really want anyone else here. If you're not one, duck into it to avoid bad weather or thugs, but otherwise steer clear. Interestingly, sailors here don't like to eat any sort of seafood— they get little else on long voy¬ages, I suppose. The fare here is pork, ox, or horse, either in roast portions (2 cp/platter) or stewed with onions and greens (1 cp/ bowl). Drink is ale (2 cp/tankard),stout (3 cp/tankard), zzar or brandy (4 cp/tallglass), or whis¬key (1 sp/tallglass). That's the entire menu. This tavern has an interesting sideline. The proprietor sells charts (with an emphasis on nautical usefulness) of many areas along the Sword Coast and around the known Sea of Swords for 45 gp each and up. A good or rare one will run into the hun¬dreds of gold pieces. Proprietor: The proprietor, Guthlakh "Hands" Imyiir, is huge, slow, and deliberate. He is also very strong and slow to smile, but not surly by any means