The tavern owner let out a rare sigh, the heavy rain blurred the difference between day and night, but he had a magic pendant, which once belonged to a mage, who divided the day into twenty-four parts, and the surface of the pendant had the same number of hollowed out compartments, and in each compartment was a small but high-quality star sapphire, which would glow faintly in its own moment.

There are three blocks left until the next day.

The storm would soon pass, and the captain would gather his crew, nail the masts, hoist the masts, scrub the decks, arrange the sails, pack the cables, varnish the drains on both sides of the deck, pour some asphalt into the lifts, check the cargo, and maintain the weapons, which would inevitably go on all day, but there would certainly be ships in a hurry to set sail that night, and the owner of the Blunt-Head Tavern was sure of that.

Of course, he is not the only tavern in Sharp Jaws, but he is the only one who can allow the crew to owe him a glass of blood red wine or Bordeaux on credit, he is a good man, he never collects debts with great ferocity, and often helps them solve small problems, such as collecting some things from unknown sources or introducing a theft or two of theft and assassination, other tavern owners are doing the same, but he swears that the commission he takes is the fairest in the whole of Sharp Jaws.

Sending a guest on board who was willing to pay three times the price was a simple matter, and while it was customary that there should be no trustworthy introducer, and the good owner of Sharp Jaw Harbor should not be hastily dealing with a guy who didn't know the roots, he had spent a bit too much on the Frow celebration, and he was anxious to restore his purse to its original fullness.

After the jewel had been lit twelve times, the first crew stepped into the blunt tavern, and then the more crew and their captains, merchants, smugglers, scoundrels, and thieves and bullies, were a little sluggish and absent-minded, and yesterday there were fifty priests and ten times as many prostitutes as there were in Sharp Jaws Harbor, and in order to pay homage to Flo, they only needed one silver coin at a time, a price that a clever beggar might even offer, and it was impossible to refuse this temptation.

The intense work that followed took their last strength out of them, and many of them didn't want to move around at all once they sat down, the targets they used to throw daggers were empty, the cards and dice were left out in the cold, and no one wanted to dance, sing, or flirt.

This makes the smoky blunt tavern somewhat unusually quiet, and everyone is bored, hoping that there will be a storm that will make them see the excitement.

They all noticed the unfamiliar face sitting in front of the stone bar, who looked out of place in the Bluthead Tavern or even in the whole of Sharp Jaws, who sat upright, well-dressed and tasteful, with no scars on his face or hands, fair skin, shiny black hair hanging down softly behind his back, a gray leather cloak gracefully tucked over his left shoulder, and a silver-tipped travel staff leaning on his thigh.

The drinkers waited with interest, who would be the first to come forward and provoke?

Some well-informed thieves had received accurate information from the little goblins, this man was gone quickly, he would not stay in Sharp Jaw Harbor to influence the position of any random person, his sword had already tasted the blood of a half-ogre, a halfling and a human, they did not need to provoke him, and the owner of the Blunt-Head Tavern had already negotiated a deal with him, as could be seen from the precious cup of ouzo in front of him, this kind of wine may not be available in Sharp Jaw Harbor even if he has money.

But everywhere there are stupid and greedy people, a man who moved his bulky body to his feet, who had been the most formidable ruffian in the blunt tavern, until another stronger, younger man struck him down, and in that battle he lost four fingers and his guts, and he did not dare to provoke other villains, but could only maintain what little prestige he had left by making trouble with women and the weak.

He had long noticed the stranger's cloak, which looked inconspicuous, but if you looked closely, you could see how delicate it was, how delicate and soft the leather was, and how delicately embroidered on the hem of the hem was with silk threads of the same color, and the pin used to fasten the cloak was inlaid with a smooth striped agate, the size of a sparrow's head, and the stripes of black and gray and lavender were so clear as if they were drawn, that even the unreadable knew that it must be worth a lot of money.

The passage was made for him, and the new customer sitting at the front of the bar calmly turned his head to meet him, and the ruffian found that his eyes were also black, and there was nothing in them, as barren and desolate as the deepest part of the ocean.

The bristles and claws crawled over his back, and he hesitated to retreat without a trace, but this time no one would give way to him, and the poor creature knew that if he didn't continue the matter, he might not even be eligible to enter the blunt tavern from tomorrow.

He had no choice but to move on, and the closer he got, the more panicked he became, and he saw that the man who had defeated him before was sitting in a secluded and loose position, surrounded by subordinates and women, smiling triumphantly and evilly, just like he had done before, he had watched countless times as others voluntarily or forcedly to their deaths, it was an interesting show, never tired of watching, and now it was his turn.

A signature gilded triangular sword put on the ruffian's swollen shoulder, and he immediately stood still, and his heart welled up with gratitude and happiness that could not be described in words.

He humbly leaned slightly to the side in a gesture that would not provoke retaliation or anger, and after obtaining permission from the visitor, the ruffian took off his dirty skullcap, took a step back, bowed respectfully to him (and took the opportunity to escape the sword's grasp), and then returned to the crowd of onlookers, so to speak.

In place of the ruffian stood a figure who could almost compete with outsiders, a dignified appearance, wearing a wide-brimmed hat embellished with feathers and Wojin coat of arms, a beautiful brown tuxedo, a slightly upturned tail, clear eyes, lips not chapped and peeled by the sea breeze and alcoholism, a black silk shirt with gold-rimmed shell buttons, two shining belts crossed his chest, a dagger and a sword hidden under a purple fine wool coat and a scarlet tweed cloak, and looked polite and amiable。

The guards beside him withdrew the triangular sword from its scabbard, and their master walked to the bar and sat down next to the Black-Eyed Traveler, who served him a glass of ouzo and a small plate of olives with sea salt in the middle of the two glasses.

"I am Captain Drake of the Golden Lady," he introduced himself, and with graceful movements he raised the brim of his hat with his jewel-ringed forefinger and middle finger, "and I have arranged the space you need," he said, "a single room, with a window, a neat and fluffy bed, and wine and fresh fruit every day—we will depart to-morrow and in four days we will be at Finetail Bay, and in four days we will be at Cape Beeland." His light blue eyes swept around the corner, adding a moderate amount of concern to his voice, "Also, dear sir, if you wish, you can rest on my ship for the next few hours, for there are so many bastards in the night that Sharp Jaw Harbor likes nothing to do, and I don't want those stupid fellows to disturb my good guests." ”

"Merchant ships?"

"I am in the business of silk, woollen and fur," said Captain Drake, "I must say that you are a lucky man, not every merchant ship is willing to carry extra passengers, but I am different, I am always willing to help everyone in need if I can—even if I meet an unfortunate man in the sea who only clutches a plank and does not have a piece of cloth on his body, I will scoop him up, give him wine and bread, and send him where he wants to go," he laughed and shook his glass, "There are no single cabins." ”

"Then you're a nice person. ”

"A lot of people say that. "It is not without its benefits," Draketian shamelessly admitted, "and I have made many friends from it," he said, taking a large sip of ouzo, "and I have a hunch," he said, "and we will be friends, very friendly and close friends." ”

It was already night when they walked out of the Blut-Head Tavern, and Captain Drake's guests looked up at the sky, where the magical galaxy that only the caster could see stretched across the dark slate blue dome, parallel to the sea, and its brilliance was unimaginable unless it was seen with the eyes.

"Is there a problem?" asked Captain Drake warily.

"No," the man said softly, "I'm just amazed at how beautiful the night sky of Sharp Jaw Harbor can be. ”