The Tar Kingdom men stalked over to the bar. It was
impossible to tell if they were raiders or sailors from a merchant ship. The
room parted before the rough men like the sea before the prow of a fast ship.
When they reached the bar, they growled their request at the inn’s proprietor,
an enormous man covered in nautical tattoos. They crashed against him like a
ship against sharp rocks, unable to faze him with their bluster. After several
minutes of bargaining, one of the sailors took three gold studs from his ear
and placed them on the table.
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