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
old men
I am an old man from nowhere. I have watched the world rip itself apart over my years. I love talking about the good old days with my men.
How are you today? I am hungry and weary - would you buy me a drink old man? I will ask the bar keep for some food and ale for the two of us if you will let me regale you with stories of my past. You are a kind man , I had only this to eat and no one in the world to help me before today. I will sit with you a while and listen When I was young this was a beautiful port.  Only the finest lords and ladies did darken it's doors. When I was young, I had a family they disowned me for not doing as they wished. My decline mirrors the port Let's sit at this table and share this bread.  When the good king was reining we were all prosperous.  Our families were happy and healthy but now they live in filth.  The wars have taken too many a good man. What happened to the King Old Man?  Might he return one day? Allas...you must not be from these regions...our king died and left the kingdom to his mad son.  The new king is to be blamed and I don't care who hears me.  You see the women over there against the wall...well...at least two are from noble families...this is a disgrace! You should be careful who you tell Old Man, you never know who might be listening . I defied my family and they made me destitute Let's speak of the old days before our downfalls...when I was young I would sit on the dock and watch for the ships to come in.  It was wonderful. When I was a young boy, I had my family . They wanted me to join the army, I wanted to become a chef. Ironically now I am so hungry, no one will employ me as they say I am a coward