The dank, boisterous tavern stood in stark contrast to the stately dignity of the mansion. Walking through the smoky common room, Lucille was forced to rub up against the sweaty, filthy bodies of sailors, cutpurses, merchants, and countless others all writhing about in search of a drink, an easy mark, or a quick tussle. Her leather-clad form drew much attention and a stray hand or two even dared to pinch or grope at her extremities.<br/><br/>The busty bar wench took her drink order and when asked about Bart the Red, leaned over and whispered, "his ship was spotted just east of here a few days back according to a sailor. He might be on his way to the French port of Petit Goave."<br/><br/>With that bit of info obtained, Lucille was free to see what other entertainments could be found at the tavern. She saw some of her crew milling about as well as a large group of sailors in heated discussion in one corner. A shadowy stranger sat alone at a table with a noticeable space around him.