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.
Hello! How are you doing today? Same ol' Same ol'. Life is a struggle so we come to the tavern drown these sorrows.  Yup, I understand. as a Sailor I'm away for months at a time.. here's the only place to relax. Let's grab a beer.  I can always use a good ale! This may not be the fanciest place but it has..culture Culture is one word for it... the people who have seen the worst of the worst have been here. I guess thats why I am here. I shouldve just done what my family told me to do. I am a bit hungry..could you possible order me a snack? of course I will! What kind of snacks do you like?  anything this tavern can offer. probably wont be much but even hips will do. I am so thankful! Of course! I'll get you some good old fried food. What do you do for a living that has you out here?  I am currently homeless and just look for scraps around town. Ive been disowned and have not been able to pick myself up yet But i hope to! I am so sorry. You will get there! Have you ever thought about sailing? I have not. What a dream! I can just sense the freedom. And I should probably try to get out of this town since everyone just looks down on me.