Beached Leviathan
Along the Coast, west of the Driftwood Tavern; near the docks
From the outside, it looks a bit more haggard than most of the buildings. You get the impression that the proprietor doesn’t spend more than the minimum on maintenance and upkeep. Upon a second look, it’s not a building at all, but an old beached ship. The entrance appears to be at the stern of the ship. You briefly think there must be a joke or something about entering thru the rear, but quickly push it from your mind. A sign, made from what can only be the old ships crest reads: “Beached Leviathan”. It’s difficult to see inside past the filthy curtained windows. As you enter thru the heavily used door, you’re welcomed by the semi-pleasant smell of dirt and dust from all around the globe. Complementing that is the foul stench of people who haven’t showered in days, if not weeks, as well as vomit from what you hope was only the night before, and...is that blood? You turn your attention to the bartender, who is pouring an ale of some sort and pays you no mind. Before you are sailors, smugglers, slavers and merchants; some drink their grog, others bet and wager, while others still arm wrestle. And still yet, there are a few dark characters, in dark corners, doing what can only be dark dealings and skulduggery. All of the people in here are dangerous in one way or another; but that means little to you as you find an empty table and make yourself comfortable...err, perhaps you should sit with your back towards a wall.
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Pub / Tavern / Restaurant
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