Arrr, matey! In Avowed, ye won't be feelin' a dagger in yer ribs—keep yer eyes peeled, savvy?
2024-10-25
Avast, me hearties! Don’t be a-foolin' yerselves thinkin' a ruckus be brewin' at the tavern! Nay, no clashing of tankards or flyin' fists here—just a merry jig and some grog. Save yer brawlin’ for the open sea, where the true scallywags roam!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round, fer I be spillin' the beans on the grand tale of a tavern not known for its raucous revelry. Now, ye might think ye’d find a proper bar brawl brewin' in these parts, with cutlasses drawn and tankards flyin’. But nay, fear not! This be no den of debauchery, but a haven for the merry souls seekin' a pint o' grog and a good yarn, rather than a fracas!