It was! There I was, alone except for my faithful scribe and my captured hostage from the naval ship that dared tangle with me. Of course we had to sell him to the highest bidder, but as we stepped into the bar my gut told me:

Yes. Yes this place is dangerous.

And everyone looked up as we entered, ready to tear us to shreds with their teeth and other unsavory things.

Since the bar was full of ruffians, they were, of course, quick to want to assert their terf and their toughness! Which is understandable when a stranger comes to town but even I, skilled as I am in the way of...taverns... was hardly prepared for the brawl that broke out. Chairs flying. Tables smashing. Blood pouring to the ground.

It was quite a mess.

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