Brimborn Hall

Best damn brew in the Iron Hall

The stone dome shaped building is five stories high, and all floors are vaulted and high, all masterfully carved. Red banners with the words Brimborn Hall hang from the thick pane window sills. A sign a posted on the window next to the circulor entrance. It reads "Half-Orcs drink at half price if they can take a single hit from Cleaveman." The oaken door is painted a blood red and is a chore for you to push open. Looking inside, you see typical dwarven merriment, songs, dances, brawls, a mead covered floor and mounds of meats on plates. Minstrels bang on drums and silver flutes in a tone of rambunctious fun. A huge skull of a dragons mouth open wide hangs above the bar, the top of its skulls crushed in from what is surely a huge hammer blow. A taller bulky dwarf with rippling vein ridden arms laughs with his customers as he serves them big frothing mugs of mead, he smiles wide as you approach, foam in his beard drips onto the bar. This is Yoran Cleaveman, the bartender and owner of Brimborn Hall.

Type

Inn

Parent Location

The Iron Hall (Khara Drong)