The dwarf known only as Torngulf has been a resident of the Driftdowns for 20 years, or at least that's as long as his "aleshop" has been open. He occupies no set building, instead erecting a tent and creating a bar by placing wood planks over kegs. Every morning, he tears down the tent, loads up his wagon and moves to a new spot somewhere in the twisting lanes and alleys of the slums. Torngulf has even occupied vacant ships that have been moored to Driftdowns and has since become part of the neighborhood. Rumors abound that the surly dwarf hails from an ancient dwarven kingdom on the Great Continent, while others say that he's a fugitive from the Evening Isles. He's not known to have any political ties and as any good barman, usually remains neutral in most conversations. Torngulf has been known to use a club or cudgel to keep order in the shop and employs about 6 kolbolds and/or goblins, whom he harries like a slavemaster. It is unknown when he sleeps as his day is mostly spent tearing down, moving and then resetting the aleshop.