You open the door to this establishment and are immediately assailed by the sounds of raucous singing and mugs clattering. The taller members of your party are forced to stoop to avoid heads colliding with the top of the doorjamb, as this place has been designed for the use of a largely dwarven clientele. Inside, several pockets of dwarves sit on long benches around equally long tables sodden with the spilled ales of many a night’s celebration. Though the ceilings are quite low by human standards, once a seat is taken, it is not so noticeable—especially when a frothing, overfull mug of brown dwarven ale is pushed into your hands without request or hesitation.

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