The Frothy Mug

Looking up at the plaque above the door Seleste saw a picture of a mug of ale, foaming over.

"Well, at least a drink might help take my mind off things..." she thought before heading into the building.

Inside, she found a room with various tables, each with a different group of patrons. One had a group of swarthy men playing cards with a thinner man who seemed to have more money than the rest.

Another had three men with wicked looking cutlasses on their belts sitting at it looking at a map.

Most of the rest had groups of patrons sitting around them eating a thick gray stew and sipping mugs of frothy ale.

Several serving girls wearing what looked to be scarves for skirts and torn rags for tops circled the room bringing drinks and stew to the different patrons.

Behind the bar stood a fat balding man who leered at Seleste as she entered the room. "Hey beautiful, looking for a room for the night? I'm sure I can find somewhere for ya." he said winking. "Or if you're interested in a job I can always add another girl to my wait staff."

Seleste paused for a moment. She did need money, but working here didn't really seem like the safest or most pleasant way to get it. Then again, she had always been more than accomplished at cards. Maybe she could get the group to spot her for the first few hands. Or she could try to steal the map. It was probably very valuable, but the three men around it looked extremely dangerous.