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Blackberry · Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 12:07 am Post subject: The Lost Soul Tavern

The gossip in the market said this is the place to come, the “Lost Soul tavern” or known by some as “The Drowned Soul”. To call the place a dive would be an insult to dockside dives the world over, its rotting timbers seem to remain standing more out of habit and stubbornness than anything else.

As you walk into a dark tavern, the stale stench of beer and Rhind is a little overwhelming to start with. It is light by a handful of stub candles which do more to accentuate the darkness of the place rather than illuminate the sinister and raucous denizens of this den of iniquity. Glancing around you see all manner of things seem to attend the tavern, some prop the bar up, laughing raunchily and leering at the maids going about their work, some are sat at tables gambling whilst others sit in the dimly light corners talking in whispers.

Upon reaching the bar, you glance around waiting for someone to catch your eye, but no one will realizing this you then briefly look behind the bar and towards the drinks thinking you could be in for a long wait for someone to contact you, one bottle stands out from the shelf, unlike the rest it has been used frequently and no dust has settled on it, the label reads," Black Sons Best", the bar man greets you and you suitably ask for a shot from the bottle. He grins at you, rotten teeth protrude from his smile and his cold eyes catch yours, “anything else with that” he asks you? Slowly he pours the shot from the bottle he looks up and notices your expression, “ahh” he says quietly and passes you a torn sheet of paper and a remains of pencil “leave it with me, they will contact you when they can and the time is right, come back in a few days just to see if they’ve been” He laughs, a pungent smell erupts from his mouth “ 2 bushel for the drink, if you cant afford it, I’ll just take your soul” his grotesque smile once again visible in the Lost Soul Tavern.

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