The Jail

The Jail is an Iron City tavern heavily frequented by city guardsmen, who like to remain strictly honest while telling their wives that they will be at The Jail all evening. It’s a moderately sized place with a single wooden bar and five long tables with simple wooden benches (i.e., the furniture is too heavy to be readily picked up and thrown). The prices are cheap even before the guardsman’s discount, few fancy drinks are available, and lighting is a trifle dim, but the place is well-kept, with clean glasses and a regularly swept floor. Basic but sanitary food is also available. Civilian customers are welcome but had better not start trouble, as the guardsmen who are almost always present, in or out of uniform, have just spent their whole work day dealing with rowdy drunks and pickpockets and may be more than a little grouchy if required to deal with more. The clientele is largely male, but prostitution is absent or discreet. The proprietor, Rikard Ulfsson, is a well-liked former sergeant of the guard who retired after losing his left hand and eye in a desperate battle with a pack of bandits, using his city-paid compensation to obtain a long-term lease on the building. Anyone who assaulted Rikard or mistreated his two attractive daughters, who wait tables, would run a serious risk of being found mysteriously beaten to a pulp, purse still intact, in a nearby alley.