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
thief
I am a thief that lives near the village. I pickpocket villagers and loot their homes when while they are away. I hate to fight and I am very fast to flee from danger.
Hey, you orc, get out of here. I'm no orc. I'm just a homeless man I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. Can I buy you a beer? That would be so kind. I am so hungry and have been feeling sick. Oh, I don't have enough money to do that. Sorry, I need to leave. I should have known even a thief would look down on me. I have to go. What's that in your pocket? It's a book I like to read sometimes. Who did you steal it from? I didn't steal it from anyone. Listen, I don't want a fight. Neither do I. I'm just desperate for a bite to eat.