Dusken Glade Inn

Dusken Glade

Inn

Trades Point North, Trades Ward

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Staff

• Proprietors: Denabria Faez and Zavelinda • Door-Ward: Sheila Sulferbeard • Tavernkeep: Grimmund Uruindrin • Wait Staff: xxx • Other Staff: xxx

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Personages

Proprietors

The Dusken Glade is owned by Denabria and her wife Zavalinda.

Denabria Faez Owner & Proprietress; Zavelinda's wife Denabria opened the Dusken Glade some ten years ago. She loves telling the story of how her beloved wife came home from a particularly successful bit of adventure with some friends utterly laden down with gold, and by the end of that tenday, they were sweeping out the old building and turning it into their home and business together. Denabria is warm and welcoming, although she doesn't trust easily or immediately. She has deliberately turned her inn into a safe place for vaeterann (queer) folk in Waterdeep, and adores the folk who come with that. She is very protective of them, as well – those who step out of line are in for a rude shock, as Denabria's clever wit can go from nurture to savagery in the blink of an eye.

Zavelinda Adventurer; Denabria's wife Though Zavelinda doesn't really want much to do with running the Dusken Glade, one of its main features is because of her: the incredible variety of music and musicians that come through it. Zavelinda has a weakness for good (or even mediocre, really) bards, and often invites them to come and perform. By and large, when Zavelinda is around, she can be found at the bar, or near the stage if someone is playing, or up in her and Denabria's home at the top of the inn. She won't hesitate to step in should patrons get rowdy, either – she is a monk of some skill at fighting, with years of adventuring combat to her name.

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	Sheila Sulferbeard Door-ward (and secret hairstylist) Though Sheila is mostly retired from her days as a hair-stylist (thanks to the ongoing generosity of the Popinjays), she works at the Dusken Glade Inn as a bouncer. Her time with the Popinjays (and particularly with Psalm) has given her a fondness for vaeterann folk, and the atmosphere at the Dusken Glade simply delights her. So, she tends to the door, ready and happy to eject bigots and troublemakers when needful, but equally ready to help rush back and avert disaster should something horrible happen to a saece performer's wig-coiffure.
	Grimmund Uruindrin Tavernkeep The burly man who keeps the Dusken Glade's bar has a grim demeanor to him, often listening to his patrons' problems in a half-distracted way that is nonetheless fairly comforting. He is also very good at guessing what people prefer to drink. His silence isn't due to a taciturn nature, however; Grimmund is non-verbal, and uses a finger-language to communicate. Most of the staff at the Dusken Glade know a few bits of the language, and several of them (including both proprietors) are quite fluent in the language. Indeed, they've found it useful even beyond communicating with Grimmund: it has proven a simple way of communicating across a crowded and loud taproom.
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Regulars

	Phaumrover Waterdhavian Watch Part of the local Watch patrol, Phaumrover is fond of the Dusken Glade. Considering himself a sort of guardian of Twilight Vaeteru (he himself being vaeterann), he is a sweet-natured, quiet fellow and often stops in for dinner and a listen to the music before heading home.
	Lady Lovestriss Saece Performer & Barfly The Lady Herself (as many in Twilight Vaeteru call them) is a fixture in the many establishments that cater to vaeterann folk, particularly the Dusken Glade Inn. Frequently intoxicated, and very prone to saece performances that, as Zavelinda once said fondly: "Her performances are to saececraft what the Spellplague was to magic." Still, vaeterann folk are often quite protective of them even while rolling their eyes at what a mess they are. Denabria in particular is well-known for insisting that the Lady Herself eat something solid, and occasionally shuffles them off to bed when the melancholy and cheap alcohol have done them in.
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