The Hog's Head sits at the end of a side street, marked by a sign depicting a boar's head dripping blood onto a white cloth. When the wind blows, the sign squeaks on its rusted bracket. The inn has only one room for the bar. Dirt is packed over the stone floor and hardly any sunshine filters through the filthy bay windows. The room is dimly lit by candle stumps on each wooden table. A goaty odor permeates the whole place. As the glasses and bottles are very dirty, and "cleaned" with very dirty rags, some patrons will bring their own beverage receptacles. A fair few of the patrons keep their identities concealed, as they have illicit agendas.
