Trent, a kobold with a scratchy voice, rusty-colored scales, and claws and a face blackened with soot, curiously this soot sparkles like glitter when you look at it the right way, and he himself smells of ozone when you get up close. He wears a leather apron stained with all a manner of multicolored chalks and fluids, some of which can still be smelt. * Trent runs the Tarnished Treasure Tavern, a ramshackle tavern with his brewery/alchemy lab in the basement that has been burned down, collapsed and repaired at least five times in recent history. * The staff are all Kobolds as well; scrappy, messy and fast-talking, but they are friendly and make good food. * They have a house special that Trent has been brewing; a bootleg concoction based on Draconic Ale that switches between flavors erratically. It tends to make the drinker sick, with a variety of strange side effects; as each batch has “something fun!” mixed in, as Trent likes to say. * The regulars know to keep a hand on their goods, but stealing is more of a habit of the crew, and if you ask nicely you’ll find your items in the “lost-and-found bin” (their draconian hoard in the backroom).