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.
Is the seat taken? please join me .  What brings you here? empty stomach and sad life Where do you live?  Close by? everywhere . too close . I am homeless I know that feeling. can you help me to buy some food ? Or teach me how can I get some ? Could possibly teach you how to get some... or some money to buy some anyway.  How do you get your money? I don`t have any Come on.... lets not go down this road.  We could work together, you and I.  I know a way to get some money. agreed. 