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
old men
woman
I am a women of ill-repute in the village. The villagers might talk about me, but I have the finest dresses and sit with the queen. I also spy for the queen when needed.
Hello my dear. Care to join me for some fun? Watch out for my bones. I am an old man and I am very fragile What are you here for, if you are too fragile to have fun? Drinking boze does not requirestrong bones, just a mouth do drink I see. Would you mind questioning that round man over there for me? I can pay you. Why don't you mind your own business and leave the man alone?? Sorry, I did not mean to be rude. Perhaps I can offer something else as form of payment? Do you happen to have the cure for old age? I'm afraid I do not, but I can make you feel young for a night. Thank you honey. You already did that That's what I am here for! So, you refuse to help? In this case. I will do what are you asking me to do