Tower Hamlets, Whitechapel Parish, 25 Brick Lane, Martin's Tavern.
Although Martin's Tavern had been open for just over a month, its reasonably priced fare and Mr. Martin's favorable relations with both Brayden Jones, the sergeant of the Whitechapel area, and Miss Fiona Ivan meant that the local ruffians dared not leave their tabs unpaid, let alone cause trouble.
Thus, even as a newly opened tavern, it did not prevent Martin's Tavern from turning a profit last month.
At dusk, the small tavern gradually lit up with oil lamps, and in the flickering light, sailors reeking of sweat, bricklayers, and even pickpockets who had just made a big score, all flocked here.
In the crowded, noisy environment, the patrons drank watered-down beer as they exchanged toasts, played cards, tossed dice, and bet on odds and evens, scattering all kinds of coins across the tables.
Near the bar, a gentleman in a wide-brimmed hat and an overcoat was holding a pipe and chatting with Mr. Martin.