Post by blacknoise on Sept 15, 2015 3:43:08 GMT
The Horse Head Public House, or The Horse Head Pub, a wonderful little nook in the Upper District, recently opened up when a local business woman bought out a failing bar. Refinishing the inside and renaming the place, she created her own little hideout for anyone seeking a place to get away to eat and drink among friends. Being a Pub, The Horse Head serves a variety of soups, salads, sandwiches with real meat, and desserts. However, most of all, The Horse Head serves beer. Beer of every variety and kind imaginable. It's worth noting that, while most patrons don't mind, the Horse Head doesn't serve much in alcohol outside of beer. If it's wine or a fancy cocktail you're looking for, look somewhere else.
The large building has many tables set in front of an small bar where a clumsy woman fumbles around with the beverages, it's rumored that the owner is looking for a new barmaid. Occasionally, a man or woman wearing a a red scarf will come in and mutter something to the Barmaid. Fumbling with her drinks, she'll beckon the bouncer over and they'll take the man or woman to the back. Sometimes they come out, sometimes they seem to simply disappear only to come back the next day.
Walking around the Pub, perpetually smoking a pipe, is the bouncer. While not a particularly strong man in appearance, anyone who knows of the faun in a top hat knows that appearance are deceiving. Within the first week of opening, or reopening, the first man to cause trouble was kicked hard enough into the wall that two more men had to 'volunteer' to help drag his unconscious body out. He tolerates no nonsense and tries to keep the pub at a steady atmosphere of joviality and control.
What most don't know, and many guards suspect, is that the Pub was opened as a hideout for The Leader's gang. While there is no evidence to support this, rumor has it that telling the Barmaid the code phrase and asking the Bouncer a specific question will get you into the hideout hidden somewhere within the establishment. While no one knows what the 'question' is, the passphrase has been heard muttered to the barmaid more than a couple of times, it being: "Whale oil an' beef hooked"