-The Ogre’s Nose is not unlike any other tavern in Redwall. It was no cleaner, and certainly a good deal dirtier than the others. It lacked any unusual features. All of the usual vices were available, be they women, cards, or liquor, and nobody who had any pretentions to either class or morals went near the place.
-A few people stood out in particular. First was the bouncer. He was an enormous man, nearly 7 feet tall, and all muscle. His left arm had been amputated at the elbow. Even more intimidating were his hunched back and curiously small, misshaped head, as if one had put a grape on a watermelon. He talked nervously to himself in a strange language nobody seemed to understand. With such a creature as a guard, few braggarts or wannae-be toughs went to the Ogre’s Nose twice. The miserable ogre-kin carried a plank of wood with a long spike through it. The obvious blood stains on his weapon showed it had been used, and the man’s small eyes darted around the room, keeping an eye on the patrons.
-The two barmaids were half-elf. They were also rather damaged. The one, Eliza, had a long scar running across her face, from over her left eye, across her nose, and through her lip. The poor job that had been done stitching her face back together marred what would have been a beautiful face. Eliza, it was said, had come about her injuries while working in the oldest profession.
-The other barmaid, Babette, was deaf. She simply brought drinks to the table, and did as the bar owner, proprietor, and bon vivant Luc singed to her. Babette was of average appearance, rather short, slightly plump, and had brown hair, cut at neck length.
-The Barman, Luc Bagette, was the worst of the lot. His hands shook, and he could barely see. His accent was certainly not from around here, and he kept leering at the two serving women. In fact, he seemed determined to bother any female patron to his establishment. The fact that almost every woman ever rebuffed him, sometimes even spitting on him or slapping him only added to his enthusiasm. The word to describe Luc was ‘slimy’.
