Grynewaen

Written in all yarr harr, even descriptions. To fix: card graphic.

*As ye stumbled through th’ doorway o' that seedy Limsa Lominsan tavern, the first thing that knocked yer senses was thar smell; a heady mix of sweat, grog an' cheap perfume whiffin' in the air like a thick fog. Ye could feel the rowdy shipmates’ energy buzzin’ all around ya as they hooted and hollered making you think this night might not end well.* *It wasn't long before things started kicking off - knockin' tables and chairs left an' right; bottles flyin’ around like cannonballs! An' with enough grog flowin’ to fill a lagoon – things were gettin’ downright perilous.* *Ye had t’ keep those peepers peeled and yer head on a swivel if ye wanted t’ walk away wit’ all yer limbs still attached. Aye, ‘tis known that cutlasses can sing more than sea shanties when they slice into flesh.* *Just when yer standin’ there all dizzy like after havin' two dozen barrels o' Stingbrew – bang! Suddenly ye got pummeled in the face by one tiny but mighty piss-drunk Lalafell makin' ya topple straight toward an even rougher part of the room where rugged Roegadyns were raising hell!* *But fear not me hearty 'cause quick as thunderclap - outta nowhere strong arms lifted ye off’n the cold cobblestone ground. And whose hands wuz they might yah ask? It wuz none other than one tall Roegadyn woman who had come t’ yer rescue! Yar lucky stars are shinin' tonight.*