The Black Beast
This tavern lies near to the eastern gate of Whitechapel, where it enjoys a reputation unmatched in the city. A huge, double fronted building the Tavern is more like a barn inside. Sawdust and straw lines the floor, what tables and chairs there are have legs missing and dried blood spattered across them. The barman is Farragus, a warforged career soldier now retired. He believes that fighting is a pure art, and all soldiers should be allowed to let off steam with a pint of ale in one hand, and a fistful of someone’s hair in the other.