[Sea Dragon]Drinks Before Leaving (Eyvind please)(Open)
32 Cryxatum PF XIV
Tarfuss strode down the walk of the warf and entered a battered door belonging to an equally battered buildking: The Salty Sea Dragon Tavern. Walking inside his eyes adjusted to the dark and smoky interior and found a table toward the corner with a good view of the door. He sat down and pulled out his pipe and tobacco and filled the bowl, catching the eye of the serving wench. He ordered a pitcher of ale and sat back as he lit and tamped the bowl, releasing a series of smoke rings that dissipated into the already murky atmosphere of the Dragon. It was a dive of a little tavern, but he wasn't feeling fancy, quite the contrary. He wondered if Eyvind or the others would show up as he sat back and waited for the buxom woman to come back with his drink.
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