Drunk Man in Daspota
Class: Male, Human, Beggar
You’re not seamen, are you?
The bar is full mostly of drunken sailors. When the door closes behind you, they all stare at you.
“You’re not seamen, are you?” drawls a drunken brute.“Why do you ask? We got bow legs or something?”
“Sure. Any problems with that?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Let’s see your tattoos, then! Come on!”
“Come and look for them if you dare!”
“You’re that anxious for some skin, fellow?”
“We haven’t got any, honest!”
“Get them!” the brute bellows and jumps you along with everybody else.
“Leave our bar, you milkpuffs! Now! And don’t you dare show your faces around here again, that is if you want to keep them!”