The Sullen Selkie!
After Dev convinced the bouncer, a stocky mariner with a hook for a left hand, that he was harmless and that he indeed had the "package", he opened the solid door to let the party into the shadowy bar. Inside the bar everything was almost hidden in shadows. The only light came from the hearth and baskets filled with the glowing organs of fire beetles. The place smelled of stale beer and a savory fish stew.
A small fire burned quietly sending smoke into the bar's interior, which only added to the darkness and black mood of the bar. Against the far wall, enclosed sections had been set aside as secret rooms for those who wanted more privacy.
A long bar stood against the left wall and was half filled with sailors, rogues, longshoremen, and every other type of scum in Shack Town. The bartender was a small human with pox marks covering his face. He nodded to Dev but didn't say anything, as if he was trying to figure out who they were or remember if he had seen them before. Finally the bouncer spoke up.
"Master Nathane sent'em boss. They 'ave the package!" he said hitching a thumb over his shoulder at Ren.
"Not so loud dolt!" spat the barkeep. "Awright, go ta the end o' the bar. I'll bring ya drinks. Then go to one o' the stalls fer privacy. You in charge big'un?"