The principle inn of L-Space, not famed for it's beer, which looks like cat's pee and tastes like battery acid... but for it's clientele. It is said that if one sits in the Drum long enough, someone will either knife you, steal your horse or buy you a drink. So... welcome to the most reputable disreputable tavern in L-Space. Follow the sound of breaking glass to the bar, introduce yourself and have a tankard of Jimkin Bearhugger's Old Pernickety or a thimble of scumble, on the house.