The sign just outside the tavern door read:
The Blue Horn
Corrigan's investigative service
Specialists in Magical Mysteries and Artefacts
(Mundane cases also handled)
Inside, the Bartender cleared the glasses of two men who had just left. The bar was empty, except for a table in the back corner, which was cloaked in darkness. A small, steady plume of strange smelling smoke billowed out of the shadow. There was a figure slumped in a chair, but only a large, slightly too hairy arm was visible, leaning on the table. Its hand awkwardly clutched a stick of graphite, which occasionally scratched some very strange symbols onto a piece of parchment.