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His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly
It's the go-to place at the end of the day, though you suspect that'll change with the brothel opening back up. Ugh, hunting for the people you're owed business from in that place sounds deeply unappealing.
But for now the Hanged Man remains the place to find your quarry, especially if that quarry is a shore-bound sea dog with a taste for booze almost as strong as his taste for treasure.
"So this is how yer passin' yer time, ay?" Armed with a large glass of rum a larger glass of water, you kick the captain's feet off the table without much by way of ceremony before sinking into a seat across from him. "Surprised Raz ain't kicked ya out yet. Here, drink." You slide the water across the table, fixing Jack with a stern stare that offers no room for argument.
But for now the Hanged Man remains the place to find your quarry, especially if that quarry is a shore-bound sea dog with a taste for booze almost as strong as his taste for treasure.
"So this is how yer passin' yer time, ay?" Armed with a large glass of rum a larger glass of water, you kick the captain's feet off the table without much by way of ceremony before sinking into a seat across from him. "Surprised Raz ain't kicked ya out yet. Here, drink." You slide the water across the table, fixing Jack with a stern stare that offers no room for argument.
Past the wondering eyes
of the ones that were left behind
of the ones that were left behind
