The Feral Cat

Entering The Feral Cat one would never know what to expect. During the morning the main bar area was often empty, or seemingly so. The name sake of the bar, a black cat, enjoyed resting in the early sunlight. She is a friendly cat when wanting pets and attention, but more often then not a mischievous side comes out. The cat is called Jolie by the owner of the bar. The owner, named Boris, is a stocky muscular man, with very broad shoulders. He has had to roughly deal with many customers and the regulars know enough not to mess with him. Generally, he is a nice enough to his customers.

As early as noon the most unsavory types begins trickling in. By they time the sun goes down the bar will be filled with people. Sailors and dock workers are the most prevalent. At night they like to get as drunk and rowdy as possible. The Feral Cat is the only bar in Gauldin that lets such people to whatever they want. Whores sit at every table, while their pimps have claimed one half of the bar. One or two buskers play their instruments for small coins at opposite ends of the room. A constant uproar of raucous laughter, shouts, and screams emanate from the bar long into the night. At such times as this Jolie is long gone into the night.

Such an environment is a prefect front for thieves and other outlaws to hide. Their are a couple rooms in the Feral Cat that can be rented for a high price. Only a select few customers are allowed this privilege, for the rooms come with some benefits for a successful thief.

For a limited time The Feral Cat is offering free room and board to people competing in the tournament. There is an agreement of course that should the boarder win the tournament a small portion of their earnings will be given for compensation.

The kid stayed close behind Benjamin Jabari as he pushed through the crowd. He found a space on the bar and grinned to the bartender, "I brought one! Give me whatever."

Though Ben had enjoyed the lascivious company of various ladies of the night during his times in port, what he wanted right now was a hot meal and a bottle of sweet, dark rum. However, it didn't appear that this establishment had any of his nectar for a sensible price. "A pitcher of whatever you've got in that there cask, barman. And whatever meat you've got on the go," he asked Boris whilst placing a few coins on the grimy tabletop, hoping that he'd not flashed too much money, or too little.

He then addressed the pimp, "Not tonight. But I'll chuck in a coin or two for one of your girls to entertain him" Ben directed the pimp's attention to an unassuming Chance .

By the time Asger entered the Feral Cat the sun had set. It had taken far to long to navigate through back streets to get here. The bar was packed with sailors, dockworkers, and whores. Asger spotted a couple at the bar that stood out. In an overbearing fashion​, Asger approached the bar, jostling a whore, the man in the frilly hat, out of the way.

Asger flashed the bartender his coin before the man left, "Give me mug of that horse piss your selling." He placed the copper coin on the table.

Turning to Benjamin Jabari, "You live around here stranger? Looks like you've had quite a few fights out there." Asger nodded towards the door.

Boris raised his eyebrows at Asger, but served him anyways. A coin was a coin, regardless of what drivel came out of the patron's mouth."Who do you think you are?" The pimp was very upset. He grabbed the newcomer by the shoulder and balled his other fist.

"I'll take the job!" The kid piped in energetically, not even knowing what it was, "As long as it gets me out in the world. I'm tired of this life...Er no offense." At the last words, he looked around the bar.

Ben smiled at the kid's enthusiasm. He could relate to wanting to see the world. Nobody would blame him from wanting to leave this town anyway.

Addressing the warrior he said, "I do not mind. Tell me about this adventure of yours." He had come to the town not necessarily seeking an escapade - those things generally tended to seek him out instead. He was merely on his way to Travere to see what he could see. That being said, he would not turn down the chance to earn a few coins along the way.

"Your hiring porters? But that's not very exciting." The kid pouted. "But I guess I'll do it anyways if the pay is really good. How much silver we talking?" The amnesic young man probably should have left the deals to Benjamin Jabari.

"Hmmm?" Asger frowned having been misunderstood, "I will certainly higher more help, for my luggage will be very heavy. The thing is I am afraid some people may try to stop my leaving. It is security that I will be hiring you for. You could, of course, leave with me when I depart."

Asger addressed the young man, "I can easily pay you ten gold a piece if it goes off without a hitch. If the job is harder then I expect I will certainly reimburse you for your troubles. If you are in town you boys may want to watch the tournament anyways."