As the other passengers of the boats filter past you, many are drawn in by the alluring display of the inn.  But you notice one seasoned-looking old merchant, stooped under a mass of backpacks and pouches laden with goods, going on past.  He shakes his head at the crowd around the garish inn and you get the feeling he may know somewhere a little more "local".  You follow to find him going down the main avenue to the docks 3 blocks before turning down an alleyway and ducking into a small tavern with a simple brown sign labeled "The Bouncing Flagon".