Season of Fall, Day 45, 511 AV
It was a hard day’s work being one of Old Legs’ Taggers. It was your typical day of lifting heavy crates, looking out for danger and chasing down thieves. He was glad that he was done with the day and just in time too, he had invited Eridanus over to the Drunken Fish for a bit of drinking. Zenai wanted to get more familiar with Sunberth, his new home, especially the docks so why not visit the local tavern to check out the scene, get to know people and to assess the ale and food of the fine establishment. It was sunset when most people got off their day shifts and would have decided to come to the Drunken Fish to drown out their sorrows and miseries in ale and whiskey. Of course, some people do it by being violent and getting into a brawl or even brawls. There a few people who do it just for the fun of it. These crazy Sunberthians! Sailors and dock laborers of all kind were already taking their tables and calling for ale to be served. Some went upstairs to take advantage of the Drunken Fish’s other services which included beds and whores and both.
Zenai took a seat so he could claim a table before anyone else does. The table was bigger than what he needed but first come, first serve. Zenai also had this feeling that Eridanus won’t be the only one going to join him for a few rounds of drinks. He was parched and looked around for one of the servers to come by. “Ah, excuses me. Excuses me, miss. Yeah, can I get some service around here?” Zenai waved for one the slavers who worked as one of the tavern’s barmaids. “Y-yes, milord.” She quickly ran for his table as if Zenai would drag her to his table himself. She was a dirty pretty thing. Zenai could see bruises and marks around her wrists which would point out that she has been a slave for quite some time. She had a collar of some kind but Zenai paid no attention to it least his knightly honor burns even greater within his conscience. “A mug of ale and your soup of the day if you please.” Zenai ordered. The girl seemed happy enough that Zenai didn’t grope or sexual harass her in any other way. “Right away, ser.” She ran off to get what Zenai wanted. It was a shame; do these people need to be enslaved? Forced into labor and expected to do a good job or die? There were other ways to motivate people and little kindness goes a long way but this was Sunberth; it is what it is.
While Zenai waited for his order to arrive, he further inspects the Drunken Fish and its inhabitants. The tavern had its own styling and décor; mostly naval and sailor stuff. Something you expect from a tavern that caters to mostly men and women of the sea. Zenai assumed it comes with the stench as well; he can very well smell the stench of sweat, seawater, fish and kelp. Zenai breathed through his mouth least his nose will rot away if he continues to use it. Otherwise it was your typical tavern but Zenai could hear noises and continuous bumps from above. He had heard the tavern offer other services but Zenai will pass it. Then the inhabitants; dock workers, sailors, privateers, merchants, slavers and just about anyone else associated with shipping and trading. There was no other authority in Sunberth other than the three main factions and especially the Daggerhands which controls who goes in and out of Sunberth’s docks. Zenai assumes duties, tariffs, fees and bribes were still need to be paid like any other dock. Other than that, Sunberth was a free-for-all city who welcomes illegal activities of all kinds including pirating, privateering and slaving. Though Zenai had ethics and moral values, he knew enough not to challenge them all or try to undo Sunberth and to turn it into another Syliras. He was just a small time guy and he knew his place. Another time and place, he will help those whenever he can; for now, he was just being polite to the barmaid. That should be enough to keep her hopes up and bring a little bit of sunshine into her day. Zenai hoped that would be enough for her.
The barmaid veered in and out to avoid being groped by itchy fingers of drunken sailors as she tried to make her way to Zenai’s table. The ale and soup shake violently on the tray she was carrying from all the dodging she needed to do. She seemed fine and able; she must have worked in the Drunken Fish for some time as well. One does not simply learn to carry a tray full of food and drinks, and learn to dodge and evade perverts without spilling any of them. Despite her skill, she was tripped by an unscrupulous privateer who laughed as the barmaid fell down. It wouldn’t be so bad but the soup, which Zenai assumed it to be hot, was going to spill on Zenai. He just sat there stunned; he doesn’t know whether this was real or he was just in a comical situation written by some lousy writer.
He didn’t have time to evade it and the hot soup spilled all over Zenai’s nether regions. Zenai, quickly thinking, shouted in pain, “By Nikali’s whip, that feels so good! Thank you, barmaid! Now, that I’m satisfied; please get me another bowl of your fine soup so that I may eat it instead of having it spilled all over me by you. Thank you! Gah! Krysus’s dagger, this hurts!” The patrons all around him laughed at Zenai’s discomfort but at least, the barmaid wasn’t hurt and should appreciate the gesture. She apologizes profusely but Zenai just politely dismissed her; he just wanted his ale and soup and maybe a wet cloth to clean himself up a bit.
OOCDepending on the participation, I will try to leave it for 2 days before I post a reply. This would give enough time for people to join in if they want.