Blaurgh, Bane of the West End is the kind of dragon tavern owners whisper about when the barrels start rattling after midnight. Loud, reckless, and fueled almost entirely by questionable brews, Blaurgh has a habit of crashing through pub districts in search of “the perfect drink” — usually leaving overturned tables, shattered kegs, and terrified bards in his wake. His acidic vomit breath is infamous across the realm, capable of melting armor, dissolving tavern floors, and ruining an entire weekend festival in seconds. Despite the chaos he causes, there’s something strangely beloved about him among rowdy adventurers who see his appearances as the start of a legendary night.

Blaurgh claims he earned the title Bane of the West End after single-handedly emptying every tavern in a district during a weeklong bender that ended with three fires, a collapsed mead cellar, and one mysteriously missing wizard. While many dragons hoard gold, Blaurgh hoards mugs, tankards, and stolen drink recipes from every tavern he’s destroyed. He’s unpredictable, moody and nearly impossible to stop once he starts partying — but if you survive a night in his company, you’ll have a story no one will believe.