The Tarnished Flagon

A narrow, dimly-lit establishment wedged between a cooperage and a defunct tannery in Ferrocept's lower Riverside District. The Tarnished Flagon wears its decades of use proudly - wooden floors worn smooth from countless boots, tables scarred with knife marks and burns, and a persistent haze that hangs beneath the low ceiling. Despite its rough appearance, the bar maintains a peculiar cleanliness that suggests someone cares about the place, even if they don't care about appearances. The lighting comes primarily from mismatched lanterns with colored glass, casting the room in patches of amber, blue, and red. A rickety staircase leads to a cramped second floor with three "private meeting rooms" - really just partitioned spaces with heavy curtains for doors. The middle room, slightly larger than the others, serves as Meeka Butterspread's unofficial office.