[indent][b]Smokey Saddle Tavern
Yarwen Island, town of Boaduor
West Blue[/b][/indent]

Curtis had inherited the Smokey Saddle from his father, just as he had from his father before him. The tavern had been in their family for generations, serving as the small town of Boaduor's most popular establishment.

The customers here varied from dockworkers to sailors of all stripes. That unfortunately even included pirates and slavers, particularly if they were a part of Blackwell's armada. 

Today had, thankfully, been fairly peaceful...until [url=https://i.imgur.com/Q0yWCBh.png]she[/url] arrived, anyhow.

Tall, curvaceous and beautiful...he had initially greeted her with no small amount of enthusiasm. Offered her a seat right at the bar, even! If he could go back an hour in time, he'd have instead shut the place down the moment he saw her.

[color=crimson]"Oi, can I get some more rib roast here?"[/color] the woman eating at the bar called out, drawing an irritated glance from Curtis. She'd already eaten her way through about twenty people's worth of food. Where was she even putting it all?!

Judging by her cherry red locks and pale complexion, she was from Belessia, an island not too far from here. For whatever reason, though, she was wearing a red scarf around her neck despite it being hot as the hells outside. Was there something wrong with her head?

"Don't you think you've had enough, miss?" Curtis pointedly asked. "You haven't paid for any of it, yet."

[color=crimson]"I haven't,"[/color] she replied, placing a hand on her belly. [color=crimson]"Can't ya hear my stomach still grumblin'? More ribs!"[/color]

...If he wasn't raised better, he'd slug her one.

[color=crimson]"By the way,"[/color] the woman stopped shoveling food in her face for a moment, her emerald gaze settling on him. [color=crimson]"I heard there was a lad here, a shipwright named Edgar Vennar!"[/color]

Curtis quirked a brow at this over his shoulder, the hiss of the grill drowning out the murmurs of the other patrons in the distance as he placed another rack of ribs on it. "...Yeah, he's pretty famous around these parts. Or, he [i]was[/i]..."

[color=crimson]"And then ya paused dramatically. What happened?"[/color]

Grunting in irritation, he turned to face the woman and folded his arms. "The fool was devoured! Gobbled up by the Devil's Tempest. Thought he could build a ship capable of braving it. We all warned him it was impossible, but he wanted to see what was inside. Haven't heard from him in a month."

Nothing ever managed to make it out of that eternal storm. For centuries people had tried to find what was in it...all of them had failed.

Her lips settling into a frown at this news, the young woman stuffed half a potato in her mouth and began to chew the smoking hot vegetable without concern. [color=crimson]"The Devil's Tempest..."[/color]