Many of the Kingdom’s taverns be known for a level of violent fun and chaotic merrymaking not oft seen in the light of the publick square. Indeed, all types of folk — from peasants, to craftsmen, to wandering rogue knights, to hybrid creatures of questionable origin — doth frequent the pubbes during their rare reprieves from toil. Mayhaps no tavern in the Realm hath a rowdier reputation than Ye Uncouth Schooner, the sailors’ bar by the Wharf.
'Tis a sad fate hoisted upon thee, that thou are obligeth to share air with folkes common. Would that thou wert awarded pay of hazard!