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
local merchant
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.
Ahh... hello there good fellow!  How are you this fine evening? I am walking along with my hand on my purse .. I recognise a cutthroat when I see one!  Ahhh.. you wound me sir!  I am just an ordinary man, relaxing with a drink after a hard day! And your companion, the barnacle. He seems remarkably tight lipped. What has he to say for himself?  What this?  Just an ordinary sea denizen!  You'll find his type growing everywhere in this town, close as we are to the shore! Put him down! He's a barnacle! He has rights! Here, perhaps you'd like to hold him! Well I couldn't go that far. I am reluctant to put him down though - this floor is knee deep in bodily fluids! You must be new to this place!  It's always like this!  Many people piss away their beer as much as they spill it! HAHA Given the rubbish that they are serving here, I think I'd be as well off simply tipping it on the floor! Oh, there's good ale to be found here, you just have to know how to ask the right way.   Ah, do tell, honest, erm nearly honest gentleman! You can have your barnacle back .. 