Canna approached the tavern that the old man had pointed out earlier. From the outside, it seemed modest—a small establishment nestled among the bustling port shops and sailors preparing for the day. However, the moment he stepped inside, he was greeted by a lively atmosphere that was surprisingly large for its humble exterior. The air was thick with laughter, chatter, and the smell of beer. Men and women alike filled the seats, though men vastly outnumbered the women. It was clear that this was a tavern favored by the sailors who frequented the port.
Canna scanned the room, his sharp eyes cutting through the dim lighting. He was looking for someone, someone he had been told about—Captain Drennard, the legendary seafarer known not only for his unparalleled skills but for his eccentric habit of only accepting beer as payment.
