While the narrator describes it as a "bucktoothed little shithole", it was not, in their opinion, the most miserable building in all creation. It had a miserable air, a depressing mood. A lone harpsichord rests in a corner, collecting dust (the only man who knew how to play it, Blue Paulo, met a tragic end). The patrons tend to be a rather unsavory lot. This fine institution is run by the aptly named Fat Daniio.
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The taverna was also frequently by the crew of Trelene's Beau.