Three Flags Sailing (Tavern in Targos)
As she stood silently in the doorframe, observing the celebratory, joyous atmosphere of the three flags sailing tavern, Mojrah's body became overcome with disgust and disappointment, and the grimace on her face made that fact more than apparent. Moyrah then, rested the harpoon in the pit of her elbow, before adressing the patrons, very loudly. "GOOD FUCKING JOB LADS!" ...She started clapping dramatically... "YOU HAVE MANAGED TO SURVIVE! GOOD FUCKING JOB!".
The sound of the blunt end of Moyrah's harpoon hitting the wooden tavern floor, followed her footsteps, as she made her way to the tavern-keeper. "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, As the lifeless body of one of our own is swaying back and forth, slowly becoming raven food, you are in here nose deep in your ale, singing and jumping on the tables from joy". Very thought of that scenario, sent chills up Moyrah's back. The memories of her father's corpse, hanging off of the rope, getting pecked at by the scavenger birds, began playing through her mind again and again, and again, and her inability to do anything about it at the time, both saddened and angered her simultaneously. A mug of ale was more than necessary to soothe her aching nerves. "Vegord, A mug of good old amber and foamy please", she turned her attention to the tavern keeper, slamming a coin on the counter.
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