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
man
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.
Ha! If you don't want to encounter a thief, than why are you in such a shady bar? In the shadiest part of town. Or are you a criminal as well? My past is of no concern to you, wretch. Whatever my story be, at least I don't earn my living lifting the shirt of the backs of honest men. Honest men? Why noone is an all around  honest man! You mean you tell me, you have never lied? *peels blue paint off the walls* I am a man of my word. My vows are bronze-bound. And my vow is that, should you ever cross me, I would clobber you with my bare fists before you could wince. Now, why shouldn't I? What makes you so justified to steal? Now now! No need to start a fight dear!  You're lucky I am in no mood... If you had the day I had, you'd be wailing like a wee babe... This Plague has taken too many lives. Aye, perhaps we should spare each other's blood. Alright, let say we grab a beer then! *sits down on bar stool* You! Over there, fat guy with the mustache. Two beers! Make this on our tab, biggin'. I'm drinking to oblivion tonight.... Now, tell me. How does a man as diplomatic as you become a thief in the worst port in the kingdoms? I decided to grow up in my fathers honor! See, if was an infamous thief back in his day. I just want to make him proud, well, if he was still here with us. I obviously am not as good as he was. But one day! *takes sip from beer* The honor among thieves is fatherly approval, I see! Aye, my pa was a brute as well. I fisherman and a bad one at that. Fathers, We drink to you.... *Chugs beer* Barkeep, another round! You know what, I'm starting to rethink mugging you. Aye, and I'm starting to rethink killing you...