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
thief
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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.
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.