Location The sailor at the kelp bar. [Kelp bar](gale McCenry)

[Voss]

common,fravata,Arumic The door creaked loud enough that everybody in the kelp bar would have heard him enter. A few of the sailors looked up from their conversations and mugs of kelp beer, giving the young sailor a nod of approval before going back to their business. It was a busy day this evening, most of the rickety tables and chair were already occupied. but the young sailor spotted an few free barstools over at the bar itself. He made his way through the cramped room sat down. The aged woman, almost as weathered by the seawater and weather then the building itself, she gave him a pointed look. "Aren't you a bit young to be drinking here?" Still the old woman took a mug and filled it with kelp beer. Putting it down in front of him. "I come here almost every day. Your memory finally giving out?" Voss ducked to avoid the bop on his head. Snickering a bit. "I can't be arsed to remember every single sailor that stumbles through that door. Stop being a smart ass and drink your beer." She said as she picked up his payment and went to bring some more beer to other customers. Voss took a swig from his mug. The fact that it smelt and tasted like a dead fish that has been rotting in the sea for a couple of day's didn't really bother him anymore.