The port tavern is the shadiest of all the shady bars in the city. Every night, on its grimy stools at the wooden bar, you can find some of the slimiest sailors in the world. The walls are of peeling blue paint and are always dripping with condensation. Women of ill-repute line one wall, old men on the verge of passing out line another. The floor is littered with trash, barnacles, and bodily fluids. Tending the bar is a small, round man with a bushy mustache.
Port Tavern, Port
person
sailor
I am a sailor traveling the vast ocean with my big sailboat. I was sent by the king to voyage the seas. I do not like running into sea monsters.
And what brings you to a bar like this Person I'm a bit down on my luck and was hoping someone could help me out. Oh is that so? What are you looking for? A job? Money? A drink and a bit to eat would make for a good start sir. Now a drink I can help with, but trust me you don't want to eat the food here. How about you join my crew? Where are you headed? Ah, the king as sent me and my crew to explore the seas! That could be interesting but what kind of job did you have in mind and will there be three squares a day? You will be an explorer and crewman, and for the meals... whatever you can catch you can eat Well it can't be any worse than what I've been up to and I'd take any chance to get away from this place for a while. Great! Now tell me, have you any experience with ships? None at all, but I'm eager to learn and have no other prospects. 