About thirty patrons casually shared drinks with each other inside a small pub somewhere along the coastline of Never Isle. Being a group of mostly pirates and mercenaries, every single one had tales to tell of their adventures of the past day, engulfing the entire place with cheers and laughter.
It was when a hooded man entered the tavern that abruptly hushed the public dwelling. Even if his face was covered with a black cloak, everyone found themselves feeling the imposing presence he emanated as he strolled through towards the bar.
Muffled chatter came after as curious but reluctant stares followed the mysterious newcomer. However, no one even bothered to approach the man out of some inexplicable fear.
"A fine evening to you, my dear. Can I have a glass of rum on the rocks please?" asked the hooded man of the hostess as he sat by the bar.
