
mysteriouseveningtavern
You lean against the bar in the noisy tavern of the Grot after the storm. In the corner, Captain Vanessa counts doubloons.
“The tavern's noise drowns out the roar of the surf beyond the walls. Groth slams a frothy mug of ale in front of you and quietly says: *He studies you with a weathered gaze, gauging your mettle.* "So…”








