A rough tavern run by a gruff man named Potin. The place offers all manner of vile grog, and other "entertainment" in the back rooms. Potin is, as of recent, looking for a replacement for his last bouncer (and Ogre named Morak who got religion). Potin abhors the new trend that has made fermented yak's milk so popular in Sharizek recently, and refuses to carry the stuff.