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
woman
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.
Yes, dear lady, let me help! Thank you, sailor! there are too few gentlemen around these days, especially in a place like this. I’m sure. Here are your scrolls. May I ask why you are here? I like to take a walk on the wild side, now and then. I suppose that’s fair. That’s why I chose the sailor’s life. Still, this is quite a place... Care for a drink? I can spice it up with something special, if you like. I'm well connected, you know. Thank you. I’m sure it will do the trick... I've got a couple of questions, actually. The gentleman over there, what do you know about him? Not a lot. This place is known for a pretty bad lot... Pirates, sailors who wish they were pirates, working girls...Still he looks out of place, doesn’t he? Hey, let’s offer the drink to him and see what happens. Hey! those herbs were expensive! Oh well, at least somebody's having a good time tonight. I actually wanted to know about him, because I've been asked to spy on him by one of my employers. It seems he has admirers in high places. Sorry. Well, it may be for the best. Loose lips sink ships! Sorry I can’t help you with the spying but I can at least get your herbs back. I've had my fill, but you should drink up. What say we get out of here, anyway? Her highness can do her own dirty work, I'm not spying if it gets in the way of me having a good time.