Nestled away in the port city of Tideswallow, the Troubled Shots tavern wasn't the most well known bar in town nor the most popular. In fact, most days it was virtually empty. Sitting on it's own near an always empty dock, save for one rather rickety looking boat, one wouldn't be remiss to think the Troubled Shots abandoned. However, the exterior was well kept, the paint fresh and the grounds clear of any litter or weeds. There was even a small garden sitting in the front. Inside, the bar was always well polished and waxed, the glasses always wiped clean. Along the walls were various trophies gathered over the years; weapons, shields, helmets. Of course, anyone entering the bar would soon see why exactly it was in such pristine condition, a massive warforged the size of an ogre, a frilled pink apron around his waist, tirelessly cleaning. And the staff? Well, they were likely around somewhere....