There were only four or five streets in all, with taverns, homes, and warehouses jumbled together. Almost every street was filled with the same clamor.
Looking for a quiet tavern in some secluded corner?
That seemed like wishful thinking here. There were no real "corners," and every spot where a business could operate was packed with sailors seeking pleasure.
The Dock District had few buildings and covered little ground, consisting of only four or five streets. Taverns, homes, and warehouses were mixed together, leaving the streets with no orderly layout.
During his half-hour of wandering, Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun had been tempted several times by the tavern girls calling out to him. He wanted to go inside and broaden his horizons.
But each time, he restrained himself before the temptation took hold.
Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun had not forgotten why he had been sent here. If he lost control and caused trouble, things would get ugly... More importantly, he still did not know what currency the tavern girls accepted.
Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun only had Bagnian silver dollars in his pockets, and this was Makon Alliance territory. If he touched and looked, only to find he could not pay, embarrassment would be the least of his problems.
Just as Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun stopped again outside a tavern called the Mermaid's Tears, captivated by a flirtatious glance from a graceful girl with alluring eyes, he wrestled fiercely with himself. I'll just go in for one drink and have a look. That should be fine, right? Then...
Woooo...
A low, drawn-out horn blast, distinctly cracked and hoarse, suddenly sounded from the harbor entrance, drowning out all the noise on the docks.
Two feeble cannon shots followed, sounding like a