Saphrin tore his way through the broken down tavern. This tavern itself was nearly destroyed. The doors were practically breaking off their hinges, and the place itself was so dusty that it was probably impossible to breath in an ounce of clear air. However, Saphrin was on a rage, and when he was on a rage it was best to steer clear of the sea captain. For he tended to nearly everything that had to do with the "pearl city." Since, well he was the lord and all of the place. " Dramico!!!!! I here by declare this place a living hazard." Saphrin took a seat in the swindle chair that was on the verge of breaking. Its little wheels made a horrid creaking sound. He slammed his fists on the dusty counter, as if his fists alone could shatter the counter.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Sirâ€¦sir itâ€™s all I have. My family needs to eat.." </span>Dramico was obviously poor. From the rags that he wore, to the scars on his hands that proved that owning a bar can be just as dangerous , as working on the sea. His brown eyes held pain, and his darkened  brown hair seemed to be ruffled.  As if the man had hardly the time to prepare himself properly.<br/><br/>"That can be handled. I donâ€™t want you catering to people in town, on top of that you are loosing money. It would be best to give up this old bar, and start a new trade in maybe fishing?  I mean you canâ€™t live off the little money that your few customers give, and the money youâ€™ve swindled from the city?"  He leaned back his strength showing from how his shoulder flexed. Saphrin was no easy man to beat physically, or mentally. But he could be beaten by the right female.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"But its all I can do to make moneyâ€¦Iâ€™m sorry if its betraying the townâ€¦and please let me continue?" </span>He begged. This man had swindled money from trading cargo that was bringing trade to other kingdoms by sea. With a careful group of war ships so that that goblins wouldnâ€™t raid the ship. But by the time they had all the cargo it was too late. The old man had stolen it, and sold it to folks on this territory. Punishment was in dueâ€¦.but he was still trying to keep his family together.<br/><br/>"Look if you give me back that cargoâ€¦which is importantâ€¦I will send you enough money to fix the place up. I will fisher man deal with you on that." The fisher man deal is a promise that the towns folk make that means if one person does not commit to their end of the deal. Well lets just say its lights out for that person. Saphrin extended his hand in a motion that meant he was looking for a man shake to complete the deal. His turquoise blue eyes looking right into Dramicoâ€™s soul.<br/><br/>In reaction Dramico extended his weakened right arm. That seemed to be weak from what little nutrition the man was getting, and shook his hand with Saphrinâ€™s. That set the deal which meant Saphrin could take "The Pearl." At sea once more. He walked out of the shop with a huge smile on his face. He knew that if he didnâ€™t leave with that particular cargo then their little town would have a harder time keeping wages, and debts.