Slowly I opened my eyes and felt the grogginess that held my mind in bondage… Fully expecting to be in an alcove of the paga den I enjoyed or at least I think I enjoyed…smiles…But there was no naked slut in my arms, nor was I on furs, but rather I was in a firm bed in a large room most assuredly not a room at the Red Silk Paga Den
Looking about and observing the large room….rubbing my eyes to clear away the effects of too much paga, I tried without success to remember how I got here and what might have happened to get me here. I was still mostly dressed which told me I had not had the pleasures of a slave which to be honest was a bit of a disappointment…pulling myself out of bed I stood with some difficulty and realized I had cuts and bruises on my upper torso… That revealed to me that I had been in a fight which I either won because I was still alive…or… I lost but was not badly injured…Ah well either way it must have been one hell of a brawl. My head beginning to clear I once again studied the room which brought me to the conclusion I was not in a poor man’s house
I heard footsteps approaching the door and a hearty knock accompanied by a deep voice bidding me greeting and a Good Mor. The door opened slowly and a large figure of a Man entered with a smile on His bearded face, a ruddy fellow with visible bruises on His face and arms…He put out His hand to grasp mine in Warrior fashion and I grasp His with a smile, but questions in my expression. He recognized my befuddled look and said in a deep voice that echoed some humor, “My name is Jacobed and you be Quin and we met at the Red silk Paga Den where we drank far too much and ended up in a brawl that destroyed the inside of the Bar. We beat the tar outta group of sailors and were asked rather impolitely to leave…Laughs…”
“We were bloodied and bruised but they were carried away to a Physician. I brought you to my Home or rather my Fathers place who is a member of the Captains Council of Port Kar.”
I had a grin on my face that grew as the story was unfolded to me that broke into a laugh when Jacobed finished the tale. “Well I’ll be damned” I said and felt as though my visit to Port Kar had indeed been good. I drank, I fought, I met a man with whom I could enjoy company. I spent the next few days at Jacobeds house where we drank and swapped tales of long ago exploits some completely true and others a bit embellished in Warrior terms… all to soon it was time to return to the Island, But now I was not alone for I had an open invitation to visit Port Kar…I will however need to find another Tavern…
