The pirate gave her a frustrated look as she kept stepping at his heels.  

[color=steelblue] "We'll be in and out, no worries," [/color] he told her.  There were ships already docked nearby, but none of which were the Sparrow.  If it came to it, any ship would really do.  They just had to scope out the scene.

A nearby man nailed a wanted poster up on a pole just outside the tavern.  It was a fresh artist depiction of the two of them, a young blonde man and a young girl, the pictures surprisingly accurate.  It read that they were both wanted dead or alive, 80 gold alive and 120 gold if dead.  Dalious quickly pulled the poster down and pocketed it into his garb.  

They entered the lively tavern, with a bard playing an upbeat song on her lute.  
[hider="Bard's song"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b48KCbSWMeM
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The place was filled with locals and passerby's, all really drunk and seemingly without a care in the world.  There were few Imperials on duty, though they paid little attention to the tavern, less a fight broke out.  

[color=steelblue] "Rum, and two pints of ale," [/color] Dalious told the barkeep, as the man went to work pouring their drinks.  The drinking age on Imperial soil was quite young, so there was no hesitation. [color=steelblue] "What news of the war?"[/color]

The bartender handed them their cups, then replied, "It continues.  The savages and the Imperials have been at it for almost a year now, but the Imperials are winning and soon, those barbarians of the forests will be gone forever.  Good riddance, I say!"

[color=steelblue] "Agreed, mate," [/color] Dalious said as he downed his rum and handed back the cup over for more.  He placed a few burnt gold coins down for payment, of which the bartender barely noticed.  [color=steelblue] "Have the ships sailed back from Arthenway yet, we were to meet a friendly dwarf named Grefolin?" [/color]

"Yeah I know Gref," he replied.  "He stopped in here on the way in to Arthenway, said he was transporting prisoners to the king's city.  Hasn't made his way back here yet, probably be here in the evening, though."

[color=steelblue] "Thanks," [/color] Dalious said with a nod, then took the pints of ale and directed Sybil over to their own table to drink and wait.

[color=steelblue] "That changes things a little," [/color] he told her as he took a few sips of the precious booze.  [color=steelblue] "Ah, that is damned good ale.  Anyway, Grefolin hasn't arrived yet, so we wait.  Until then, drink.  It will soothe your worries." [/color]

Before long, Dalious was 5 drinks and 6 shots in, and was feeling much like everyone else around them.  He still was aware and knew what he was doing, but he had a nice buzz and felt happily good.  A few others were dancing to the bard's tunes, while the gambling tables were getting rowdy and wild but they still remained to themselves.

[color=steelblue] "I want to play a song," [/color] Dalious said with an immediate hiccup afterward.  

He stumbled his way over to the bard, dropping a few burnt coins in her case.  He asked if he could play, and the kind woman obliged.  The pirate sat on a stool and began to play an old song he knew.  

[hider="Welcome Be, You Merry Drunkards!"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNLcFqwUv4U
[/hider]
When he finished, he received a nice applause, then gave back the instrument and went back to his table.  

[color=steelblue] "See, this place is not so bad," [/color] Dalious said and took another drink.  

Just outside at the docks, the Sparrow pulled in to port.  Grefolin was at the helm, as he and his men walked down the path toward the tavern for a drink.  Many hounds began barking at the sight of them, as the sun fell once again from the sky.

[color=steelblue]  "Care to dance?" [/color]  Dalious asked Sybil as the next song started.