Black Swan

The sign over the door to this tavern has a faded black swan painted upon it. The inside is dingy, the floor is dirty, the tables are splintered wood, and the walls are bare—yet the clientele doesn’t seem to mind one bit. On the contrary, all who pass by on the street can hear raucous singing and laughter coming from inside. This is a jovial place full of drunk or half-drunk dwarves, the tavern’s primary patrons. Strangely, the proprietor, Migos Foraeth  (male half-elf), is not a dwarf. The Black Swan is known for the drink it’s named after, a foul dwarvish concoction that even Migos can’t stomach. This tavern is no stranger to the occasional brawl, but most such skirmishes are fairly good natured.