It had been a hot and sweltering day in Port Peril, and those days were always good for business if you ran a tavern. Especially if there was such a large influx of sailors from docked ships. Olaf looked over the floor of the Formidably maid, and saw the place was packed to the brim. Money would be rolling in tonight.<br/><br/>On stage, a young tiefling was dancing, he wasn't sure where she'd come from, or why she picked this place to do her routine, but as she brought in quite a crowd, who were drinking heavily, Olaf wasn't complaining.<br/><br/>In the corner, a young, well, woman he reckoned, with sharkskin and fins, but oddly enough a pair of human breasts you could float on, was talking to a somewhat older Elven woman, they seemed to be getting along more than fine, Olaf wondered how the Elf could be into something like that, but then again, it took all kinds. And as the woman had paid quite handsomely for a room upstairs, he couldn't care less what she did.<br/><br/>In the corner opposite the main door, was a pale young woman with dark hair that shone like she'd just been swimming. She'd been sat there for hours though after ordering a bottle of Perilous rum, a local delicacy from Lia, one of the serving wenches. She seemed to be well underway to being pass out drunk though.<br/><br/>in the back, a young girl with oddly blue skin was talking to one of the local rumourmongers, probably trying to sell her that old treasuremap again. There was no treasure of course, but still old Pharb found someone every other week it seemed.<br/><br/>As he looked at the main door, he just saw a very pale, nearly white woman leave the bar. He wondered about her for a second before starting to finish up his own things. Then he headed out, leaving the wenches to work the last hour or so. As he left, he met the Elf woman and the sharkish girl going upstairs.<br/><br/>___________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>In the darkness outside, the young whitehaired woman is standing, looking at the sea quizically. Suddenly, a shadow lurks behind her, but before she can react, she feels the world going dark, and she collapses to the ground.<br/><br/>In the room above the tavern, the Elven woman stands, naked and sweaty over a bed. In it lies the young sharkgirl, seemingly fast asleep. Clothing and various implements are strewn around her. Two men enter the room, and the Elf turns to them. "Tell Scourge that my money better be ready, and he's lucky he's paying so well" then she jumps out the window and vanishes. The two men shrug before lifting up the girl between them and walking out of the room.<br/><br/>Downstairs, Lia, the barwench is sweeping up. In one of the corners, a young blue-skinned girl is seemingly sleeping on the bench she was sitting on all night. Her head resting firmly on the table, an old man sitting on the other side. At the other side two other figures are sleeping. The dancer from earlier, and the young woman with the dark hair. Lia looks at the old man. "If you told me Scourge needed three, I would have drugged all of them, you really needn't have bothered coming yourself" Pharb nodded. "Aye lass, but Scourge asked me to. Besides, this way I can give you your pay personally. He lifted a quite heavy looking pouch and threw it at the girl. Lia looked at the bag and caught it, never seeing Pharb's other hand move. A sharp pain, then she felt a sticky syrupy liquid running down the outside of her throat. She managed to get her hand towards the source before collapsing to the floor. As a group of men walk in and started collecting the sleeping women, Pharb walked over to the wench, and picked up the coinpurse. "I'm sorry me love, but we'd be a fool to be throwing away hard earned coin, now wouldn't we?"<br/><br/>