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
a round man with a bushy mustache
I am a man who is obese. I enjoy eating the finest desserts. I hope to never have a heart attack.
Sure thing, we have plenty of food and drinks here. Would you like a seat? i have no money but im so hungry, do you have any to spare, maybe dirty plates? People are very wasteful. If you find any tables with leftover food you are welcome to it. i thank you sir, ill start with these free barnacles Take all you want. thank you for the food my good sir Of course. I do love a good meal myself. Desserts are my favorite. you are a kind man Of course, sir. I am happy to help you. Please have a seat. well ill take you up on that offer I know this place is not the cleanest or the best, but I want everyone to be able to feel comfortable here. well i thank you, we need more people like you in the capital