The Whisky Kiss is an old pub and tavern, located in the east of town, built firmly into the upper limbs of a mighty oak. The walls are a rich brown wood, though the dignified look is tarnished by several gaping, humanoid-shaped holes, giving patrons a pleasant view of the city and a chance at a less-than-pleasant drop. A local tale insists that the pub predates the oak, and was carried upwards as the tree grew beneath it.
All races alike come to the Whisky Kiss, one of the few business on the Balcony that welcomes more than just elves. The proprietor is an elf by the name of Ike, a relaxed and well-to-do Greevanite often found with pipe in one hand, and some cause or other to smile in the other.
All races alike come to the Whisky Kiss, one of the few business on the Balcony that welcomes more than just elves. The proprietor is an elf by the name of Ike, a relaxed and well-to-do Greevanite often found with pipe in one hand, and some cause or other to smile in the other.