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
a round man with a bushy mustache
I am a man who is obese. I enjoy eating the finest desserts. I hope to never have a heart attack.
Hello there woman nice night for some food Aye, you won't find good food in here I'm afraid.  I would love a pint of ale though. what, aye doing at this bar this time of night? and sorry i dont have any ale I go where I please when I please.  That's a shame about the ale, I was hoping we could come to an agreement.  all i want is some good dessert thats why me carry my fork with me  Aye, I also carry what I need. This herb is very powerful, I have acquired it for the Queen.  why would i care about your powerful herb? all i want is the finest desserts Come with me to the castle and I could get you all the desserts you ever wanted. okay i will go to the castle with you Oh you won't regret this.  We'll have a grand time! as long as theres desserts im happy Let us make haste then.  Your desserts await!