Dead Tales Tavern (Patreon)

"There be a saying amongst the rats of Draegnar, a tavern known where men tell no tales and where wenches litter the floors in pools of ale and riftraff. Ain't seen much of it meself, but all I know is that if ya speak of your conquests there, yer libel to end up deader than a fucking bastard staring down a dark alleyway. Funny enough, no one else fights there. The guard keep the fuckers in line. No one dares cross Ellen Sothshore. I've only seen her once and prayed I never would again. Her hair is like fine gold, but her steps are like those of cannons. Wherever she marches, her presence be known. I wonder if there be any man or beast that might be able to lay claim to her. Poor bastard must either be suicidal or one hell of a powerful fucker. That said, I've seen many men try. they usually wide up as fish guts the next day, hung out to dry on the Draegnar Slaughter Boards. 

I still remember when one bilgerat, meat still not toughened on his bones entered there. He bragged about his conquest and his treasure. He paid for the ale and drink of all the patrons. It was the highlight of his fucking life. Truth be told, he probably should have stayed in that tavern, poor boy might have lived longer. Found his throat slit and his innards washed over the harbor slowly getting eaten away by the rats. I'll tell ya again, never speak of your fortune in there. For inside might be the thrill of revelry and as civilized as bastards can get on Draegnar, but that watering hole won't save ya when ya leave.

Remember, only dead men tell tales." - An excerpt from a poor man's last piece of paper in a Draegnar alleyway.

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