“It is a ship full of drunken sailors, Sylvia. It’s going to be weird.” Pylia sighed as she followed you into the ship. It was pretty packed, with so many sailors trying to get drinks that many didn’t even sit down, just chugging their grog and bread where they stand. Many tried to touch you but their drunken hands, as well as the intentional interception by Buddy and Pylia, made sure no one harassed the group as you got up to the bartender. The bartender was a tall elven man with very sharp features. “Here for Happy Hour? Order quickly, I’ve other patrons to serve.” He says as he fills up a drink, takes a tab from a customer, and passes the booze down.