The Rusty Nail

Owner: Big Charlie (Mortal, doesn’t ask questions)
Location: Just off the highway, on the outskirts of Gatlinburg

Description:
The lights are low, the smoke is thick, and the jukebox in the corner plays songs older than most of the patrons. The air smells of cheap beer, old leather, and cigarette ash, and the sound of pool balls cracking against each other echoes over the low murmur of conversation.

The Rusty Nail is the kind of place that doesn’t welcome tourists, a hole-in-the-wall bar where outsiders are noticed, but rarely acknowledged. The regulars are mostly bikers, truckers, and the kind of people who don’t take well to questions. But for the Lost, it’s a sanctuary of a different kind—one of the few Ironside places where a Changeling can disappear into the background, drink without worrying about politics, and maybe win a few favors in a game of eight-ball.

The bartender, Big Charlie, is built like a brick wall and talks like he’s allergic to small talk. He doesn’t ask what you are, only what you’re drinking, and as long as you don’t bring trouble to his bar, he doesn’t much care what you are either.

If you need a place to lay low, make a quiet deal, or settle something with a fistfight instead of words, The Rusty Nail is always open. Just don’t spill blood on the felt, and don’t ask what’s in the special.