Named after the famous barking-mad writer Day Arndt Pritchard (or, more accurately, his pebble), this Slups tavern is supposedly the site where Pritchard died in 1380 in a fight over an insignificant piece of gravel.
The owner of the building, an enterprising ferret called Wackets, opened a small museum dedicated to the life and legacy of the influential author/madbeast, and quickly realized this might be the least enticing and profitable spot in the entire Imperium, due to the enormous lack of interest in Pritchard and the abudance of illiteracy in the Slups. Begrudgingly, Wackets changed tack and made the museum a tavern, which had the desired effect of making customers show up and pay him for something.
In a most lucky circumstance, the tavern managed to survive the Winter War of 1733 and the subsequent destruction of the Slups. The blast radius that obliterated much of the district ended a hair's breadth from Pritchard's Pebble, and Wackets now advertises his establishment's "humbling view" from the very edge of Sinkhole Square.
Pritchard's Pebble is seen as little more than a curiosity. Torn between drinking establishment and educational venture, it draws in those beasts that look for cheap grog and a laugh, while once in a blue moon someone will actually come to see the artifacts kept by Wackets, including a (supposed) first-edition copy of "Walkin With Mah Paws In Lands Wiffout Laws, And Then Also In Some With." On prominent display in a glass case behind the bar is tiny speck of grit no bigger than a pea, which Wackets claims is the legendary pebble that is the tavern's namesake.