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The Hawsepipe Tavern usually caters to those that work at the Docks and ships that harbour there. It is well supplied in spirits and high caloric meals, with nothing getting too fancy. The menu is not high gastronomy but it doesn't pretend to it. The tavern and its back rooms have been rented out for a couple of days for the Pathfinder Corps. Staff has been retained and paid to slings drinks at the bar, cook up uncomplicated mass-quantity meals and keep a beady eye on the particular patronage. The tavern is usually given over to multiple scattered tables for waitstaff to rove between. Today these have been mostly pushed to the edge of the room. A set of four have been pushed together at the center and hold a large parchment map of Amber with spokes of sea routes and paths that lead (sometimes more aesthetically than accurately) to Golden Circle realms. The edges of the big parchment are weighed down by an assortment of knives and tankards. Objects sit on certain realms like monopoly pieces, and Ruby's bias towards the different GC realms is blatant.

Those entering will be welcomed by a scent of pipesmoke, alcohol and meats that have sazzle. The beams of the ceiling have been inundated by a blue haze of the aforementioned puff-puffs. There's no one to take hat or coat but plenty of places to hang or fling once out of the dockside weather. It's sporadically populated by perhaps two dozen other individuals.
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