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
woman
local merchant
I am a local merchant.  I set up my wares in the town center.  People shopping in the market buy trinkets from me.
I might.  What are you interested in? Well I was looking for a new set of armor for my husband. Any recommendations?  Yes, I have some armor that should be what you're looking for.  Perhaps the tavern isn't the best place to discuss this transaction.  I normally sell my wares in the town center.  We should go there. Well maybe after a drink or two together we can head over there. So when did you become a merchant? A drink would hit the spot.  I became a merchant when I retired from the King's guard.  I wanted a safe trade, and I had connections from when I was in the service. That is quite interesting to hear. You are also lucky that the King has kept this land bandit free. It's because the Kingdom has become safe that I was allowed to retire. You are now in a safer trade. Is it more lucrative?  Most definitely.  I used my pension to get started and my connections to get quality merchandise. Well It's definitely easier job than being a King's guard. Yes.  May I ask why your husband needs armor? Well, he's actually a new recruit as a guard and needs a new set of armor.