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
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I am very hungry and very sick. I ended up homeless because I refused to do what my family wanted and was disowned. I look for scraps to feed my empty belly, while others look down on me.
It's really bad. I've never seen anything quite like it.  Yeah, what are you doing here? I came in seeking shelter from the rain. How about you? I just came for a drink. I chop down trees all day, and it is tiring Wow! That sounds exhausting.  Yes it is. What do you do for a living? Unfortunately, I'm homeless. My family disowned me and now I live on the streets.  I'm sorry to hear that. Why did they disown you? let me buy you a drink Oh, thank you so much kind sir. I refused to marry the man they sold me to because he was abusive. They were going to lose the dowry so they disowned me.  Go avenge yourself I could never hurt my family, sir  Why not? They were awful to you