Barbossa’s tavern

Only the bartender appeared like a civilized person within this bar. Above his skin tight socks, he wore baggy jeans and a suit with large buttons. Over the suit, was a chinese-looking coat, and beneath it was a beige shirt without a collar.

Noticing the trio gathering in, the standoffish bartender mumbled.

"Only rum and beer, how many mugs?"

Sheyan bluntly placed a golden guinea onto the counter, as he spoke.

"Our time is limited, we only hope to obtain some information from you; your wonderful drinks doesn’t entice us."

The bartender released a sly laugh as he accepted the golden nugget offering a reply. Then, he continued.

"Only rum and beer here, how many mugs?"

Sheyan’s expression changed.

"We ain’t here for a drink."

The bartender revealed a crafty smirk and replied.

"You can leave then."

Sheyan suddenly burst into hysterical laughters.

"Interesting, truly interesting. Looks like you intend to deal vilely with us?"

The bartender sneered.