One Eyed Fayeds.<br/><br/>It wasn’t what you would have called a place where you would take anyone of class much less someone you intended on impressing upon a planned evening involving a scintilla of romantic persuasion. No, at best, One Eyed Fayed was a watering hole for scoundrels, those involved with the underworld, and those living the exciting life of the black market.  The very owner in question was of course – Fayed Wickensburn, a one time thief’s guild fence who had suddenly become an upstanding member of citizenry, throwing away the sinful act of the  quick hand for honest work or at least he would noisily boast to anyone within ear shot.<br/><br/>One Eyed Fayed did indeed have one eye that was lost due to a knife throwing incident during a drunken tirade bringing in a new year.  It was said he dared an Orc to throw his serrated dagger at him and he would still be able to dodge and deflect it with ease despite an entire bottle of liquidated Troglodyte that he  consumed, a now banned beverage by the King’s authority due to the grizzly origin of said drink. Fayed was around five-eight in height with a portly gut and grizzly tones to his face, hidden by an unkempt beard that always suffered from various unidentified objects attached to it. He was more or less presented as a pig of a man, bald, and always with the odor of smoke and sweat, much to the dread of the whores he dispelled his tension towards at the end of the  evening.<br/><br/>Fayed watched as the men brought in a rather extravagantly beautiful woman into his place as she kicked and yelped.<br/><br/>“ Wut ye bringin’ thice gypsee in’ ere fer eh?” He barked as he attempted to focus his one eye upon who the radiant brunette could be.<br/><br/>“ Not yer feckin business ye sweaty cyclops – we’re goin’ to teach this thief a good haaarrrd lesson of yeh know wut aye mean..heh heh..,” Malfren said, an outline of his vile excitement was clearly seen from his burlap like pants.<br/><br/>“Well take that dug shite ove ‘ business up to the feck rooms — 25 coin!” He again barked with a bit of spittle that left his bottom chapped lip.<br/><br/>“ 25!!,” said another, “ Feck you cyclops – when we’re dun a’ grindin and buggering, we’ll give ye a new oore teh break in,” said Gulligan who had taken some unwanted groping liberties upon a clearly angered Viana.<br/><br/>There were two levels to One Eyed Fayeds, the old and grey floorboards provided a very dreary atmosphere where the often unclean hearth that produced more soot than warmth, roared as its patrons would use his creaky second hand chairs to rock back and forth while the main attraction would be a bare fisted boxing ring. The fighters were generally poor and malnourished denizens of the city, with wagers never exceeding 50 gold pieces. It was not out of the norm to find a bloody brawl ensue when a very unlucky fighter lacked coin for his stated worth and in some extreme cases, blatant murder where those present would scatter like roaches, forgetting what they saw when the town guard arrived for their rather brutal questioning.<br/><br/>The walls of One Eyed Fayed were pock marked and worn from wear and tear as the main darkened oak bar  itself provided a deadly history with its indentations, missed bladed strikes slices, scratches, pitting, cracks, and the occasional scribblings of those wanting to record their stay at his bar.  The selection was shady with questionable barrels that were obviously tampered with, rusted spigots, bottles of the unknown, and the most unkempt collection of drinking glasses ever scavenged in one place.  One did not dare adventure to the second level as it was notoriously known for what Fayed called “ Minute Rooms” where individuals who did find themselves with more coin than expected could joyously have a romp with his not so lovely crew of “ refined ladies of the evening” with names such as Mable Able, Tatiana Thunder Thighs,  Lucy Loose, and Cathy Carnal.  The description of the rooms ranged from rank evil to what one would believe their idea of a bitter end may look like – as they were not known for their supreme cleaning.<br/><br/>This was the establishment that Viana was shoved into and it didn’t fare well with Breguard who was already ducking and swerving across the busy cobblestone street filled with stage coaches, trotting horses, and a steady stream of both the rude and the rambunctious, faces hidden within hoods or the fluttering fan of a maiden’s hand whom you would dare not lock eyes upon.  The town mostly knew him as the wordy and silver tounged Bard who used to be brutal with a sword and quite prolific – with noticeable hat tips his way and the occasional giggle from a fan of his plays.<br/><br/>“What’s this woman gotten herself into now I couldn’t know,” he said to himself as he made it across the street to the entrance of the bar, “ I guess I am to unjam another mess she has gotten her self into — again — a third time… or is it the 8th?”,  He said to himself as he looked through the dirty glass window to take a peek inside.