Vatania

Chapter I: A Disguised Group of Men Walk Into A Tavern, The Bartender Says?

     The liveliest bar in Gun Lagh was rowdy tonight, just like all nights, but this time a little different. Ric, a young woman with a ukulele in hand, holding it by the neck, sort of like a sword held wrong, sat at the bar with three pirates, giving them a comforting talk about their worries. Two of the burly pirates had started sobbing half way through while the other stared attentively.

     "There's my favourite regular!" Baderon, the owner and bartender of the Drowning Wench raises his arms, a pint in hand and wiping cloth in the other.

     Around 20 men all heavily guised with cloth, cloak, and covers, entered the tavern and scatter into groups completely filling whatever tables they can. One in particular wearing a mask walks up to the bar and heartily greets Baderon. Ric sat with her instrument in hand, deep in conversation, one of the two crying pirates had calmed down and the burly one was still sobbing. While Baderon and the man that came in caught up with eachother, Baderon called for Ric.

     "Meet my new ward!" Baderon beckons for the small woman wearing the pale green linen dress-shirt paired with creme coloured slacks and leather knee patches.

     As Ric scurries over, she greets the two men, introducing herself to the new face of sorts as he still has the mask on, so it'd hardly be valid to call them a new face.

     "Hello there! Welcome to the tavern! How are you? Who are you? could I get you anything?" Ric readies herself to hop behind the bar, which she, prior to giving therapy to three pirates, was kicked out of. Ric is not supposed to be behind the bar, but instead infront of it, playing her ukulele and entertaining the customers.

     "I- huh? Baderon, my friend, how does she not know who I am?" The new man is baffled by Ric's unawareness. You couldn't see it through his mask but it was a given he had his brows, if he had any, furrowed in utter confusion.

     "Ah," He stared at her, a double take just to check with himself if he was sure, "Like I said, she's new here. And you haven't been here in a month." Baderon explains, cleaning the beer mugs at the bar.

     The men he came in with had settled and been served a variety of alcoholic beverages, the place had gotten rowdier than Ric could ever recall, and it was a sight to see. There were visible light weights that could be singled out, and others that were hitting shots like breathing air.

     "I see, I see, but still-" The masked man stares at Baderon before turning to Ric, "I'm Roberts..." He introduces himself further, explaining why he came to Gun Lagh and that he arrived from a different country but Ric zones out and butts in.

     "Hang on, hang on, wait, Roberts? Robert, with an s? Were your parents aware they named you Robert with an s? Why with an s?" Ric, confused and not currently all that smart, she ponders on whether when referred to, he's called Roberts, Roberts' or Robertses.

     "Roberts. I'm sure they're aware-" The strange man clarifies with certainty.

     "What are you here for?" She cuts him off, querying their visit.

     "My men and I are here for a good time." He decides to answer short and simple, still cheery.

     "Oh! I could definitely help with that!" She leaves the two men and walks off to the middle of the tavern with her ukulele, starting strong and fast, pacing well with her song, bringing more life to the place.

     Roberts was left stunned for a split second by the abruptness of the lass but the cheeriness she gave off was infective, so he wasn't bothered that much. He resumed his prior conversation with Baderon and the two men talked in light tones. As the place lights up with the talk and merry souls, laughs are heard around the tavern, the men and women are drinking, playing random games and like darts but with daggers instead, even the two who were crying are now feeling better. Though a small group of men had started getting a little too aggressive and had been forced out of the bar by Baderon.