The Blinking Dog was a respectable, upstanding establishment during the day. But when night fell and spirits were high, it belonged entirely to the court of The Rogue. The various scoundrels of the city gathered there to celebrate a fine night's work, or to carry out deals and negotiations. It was generally considered to be safe ground, protected by its Guild status and the money paid in bribes to the watch each week.
The bar was dimly lit and rowdy, the air rife with the sounds of laughter and revelry as the patrons indulged in all manner of recreation. Gamblers in varying degrees of success crowded around long tables that were host to games of dice and cards. Silvers and coppers changed hands as other patrons placed bets. The more respectable women sat with their men, while the less respectable ones plied their trade in the rooms above. The place thrived on its steady stream of coin, information, and ale.
"Aha! Ten high, suckers! Am I the championess or what?" The voice rang out over