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
sailor
man
I am an old man who lives in the forest. I chop down trees and turn them in to lumber. I am often seen drinking with other men to ease my muscles.
Good day to you, sir. How are you on this fine day Very well. I am a sailor traveling the vast ocean with my big sailboat. And I am a lumberjack, but here in the tavern we have the same goal - to quench our thirst and forget our work! Ofcourse. I learnt the people here are nice Like most places, some are and some aren't. Do have any tales to tell of the faraway lands that you have visited? Humanity is the same all over the world. the beer taste different though. ahahahaha How disappointing.  I often hear tales of giants and mermaids, sea monsters and wild pygmies when I come to this tavern.  Here, join me in a drink! Well, I am a young sailor. I havent experienced such yet Ah, then many adventures lie ahead of you, young man .. or maybe you will at least learn how to spin a tale! hahahaha..so you will rather have me lie? Is a bard lying when he tells tales of heroes slaying dragons or of the deeds of ancient kings? A good tale is entertainment, nothing more. Very well then, I willl think of a tale later, for now...let us drink to life!