The Sleeping Snake

This rowdy place is roughly furnished in hastily mended furniture. The dockhands who drink here spend a lot of time breaking it over each others’ heads. There are rumors that a fence of stolen goods can be contacted here—if you can do any business amid the howls and hoots that ring out as human, half-elven, and even half-orc wenches dance on the tables. (Some even try to sing!) There is a fine of 1 tp for hitting a dancer with any hurled object. Dancers willing to do more than dance negotiate other fees. The standing joke goes that any snake able to sleep through all this must be very, very dead.