The Docking Hole
This establishment offers Basic Brothel services, and some food/drink available to clients who are waiting. The current proprietor is Sareena Elden, a Half-elf with significant scarring on the left half of her face.
From the outside it looks like a standard alehouse or pub with a second story; not a prosperous one. The inside is a little better off. A few chairs and tables maintain the tavern illusion, but the couches near the stairway start to dispel it.
Some say The Docking Hole is the oldest establishment in Narwell, a claim that is highly unlikely. Still, Sareena, a former worker, bought the place from the former owner, and she was not the first. The place has always catered to a less "discerning" crowd. Current workers include a half-orc, a dwarf, and two humans who have to be looking to retire from this work soon as they must be in their late 40s.
In years past, the clients have always had respect for the Docking Hole, the services it provides, and the discounted rates at which they are provided...in the past.
As Reahlyn continues exploring this new city, she wanders through a seedier section of town. Apparently, her well cared for armor, shield, and sword...along with an obvious lack of much else...keep any would be thieves away.
As she is strolling along, she hears a commotion coming from a building that looks like an inn; better yet an inn she can afford for a while. She decides to investigate.
Inside she sees the tavern set up she expected and a small (compared to her) human man banging his cup on his table. "C'mon," he slurs. "Y've kept m'waitin f'rever. Get me s'more o' yer grog, then!"
A dainty (for her race) half-orc is about to step forward when a scarred half-elf stops her and says, "Brice, you are drunk and no longer welcome here until you sober up and apologize." She sounds as if she'd given this speech many times before and expects results. This time, it doesn't work.
The drunk stands up and looks like he's about to swing on one of the ladies. "M'be I'll take what I want from yer hide, then," he says.
Reahlyn decides to step in and grabs the drunkard's arm before he can swing. "The lady told you to get out. Don't make me break something on your way out, because it will hurt a lot more once you do sober up."
The man takes stock of her size and strength, mumbles, and leaves. The lady who spoke turns to Reahlyn and says, "Thank you sir...I mean Ma'am...thank you. I'm not sure why you are here, but I am grateful you are. I am Sareena." she curtsies.
"I am Reahlyn, and I was looking for a room. I am light on coin and my next job doesn't start for a week."
"As it happens, one of my girls just left, so I do have a room available. I'll let you have it for 1 Noble a night as long as you keep helping with likes of him."
The bargain struck, Reahlyn is shown to her room. She vaguely hears Sareena talking to the half-orc in orcish; something about kin and bouncers.
* The beer and wine are heavily watered down
• The Grog is like a mead mixed with a heavy wine and spirits (think Sangria)
▬ This is a small plate of finger foods, just enough to stave off boredom, not hunger
Narwell
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