The Craven held to bursting with the arrival of three ships to harbor. Businessmen, travellers, and sailors huddled together around tables, sloshed drinks at the bar, and enjoyed the revolving door of wenches through out the joint. A few members in the crowd moved through to a back hallway, a new half door set in it with a burly looking Castanic named Xanth giving a hard eye to anyone that got too close or didn't have the passwords.
A few moved through to a new set of private card games started up on demand by a dealer that approached Shuba. A pale eyed dame with a hard look to her, but a chest of gold to secure the room. She spoke few words, often focusing only the business of gambling for those with a serious bent. She paid for the gate and the hired muscle, slicing a cut to the Amani. How could he say no?
A door down from this, Arawn had taken residence to hold meetings with his people. The company had grown enough to need it, for more private affairs.
In the center set a table, long and wide enough for drinks and business with room around for standing or sitting. Despite how old the furniture was, it had that feeling of being on the open seas, each piece reclaimed from scrapped ships with deep and bright colors of leather, interesting carved reliefs in the wood, and the scratch name here and there. A small bar set in the back had a heavy lock, the key in Arawn's possession to hold away the finest in vintage. Other lesser bottles stacked on top with a few clean glasses. Pinned to one wall was a map of Arborea, marked with trade routes and pins, scribbles in ink and wax pencil, to show the expanding empire of theirs.
Here the company began gathering, to discuss business, and set up contracts.
(( Xanth is the body guard. Alt of Baeshra. ))
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