Chiwa
Walking down the street, you happen upon a building made of a dark, greasy looking wood. The wood looks almost rotten and you begin to wonder about their heating bill. On either side of the door, you see a bay window, the glass of which is completely hazed over with soot from who knows how many candles. The faintest flickering of candle light can be seen through the small clean, well, less dirty, spots on the windows. The cobbles leading to the door are old and cracked. As you approach the door you hear a boasterious chorus of singing and piano from within. "... Yo HO yo HO A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME!" You then notice a parchment stuck to the door with a rusty dagger. It reads as follows:
Musty, seedy and poorly-lit. This tavern be a perfect place for pirates and lubbers alike. The grog flows, the wenches wench. Come on in, dodge a bullet, and grab a musty stool! It's Chiwa's Pirate Saloon!
Musty, seedy and poorly-lit. This tavern be a perfect place for pirates and lubbers alike. The grog flows, the wenches wench. Come on in, dodge a bullet, and grab a musty stool! It's Chiwa's Pirate Saloon!
