From the introduction: A cellar tavern for goblins at the bottom of a long and windy stair in a most unexpected place. Locals include: Old Squeazand, proprietor. Horrible hacking cough, raspy voice. Fears outsiders are here just to rough up his patrons and rob him or demand bribes. Extremely greedy and untrusting. Poisoned crossbow at hand. Would rent Purple Room out. Fears a vampire abides in the sarcophagus, slumbering away in an astral dream.