@wandering_giraffe It had already been a long day and it was only just after noon. He had been making his way through the small seaside town of the day, looking for inns and pubs that were typically open for sailors as they passed by and stopped for quick refills.
These small towns weren't your stereotypical small towns though. They were just smaller than the big ports and usually only had a few places for ships to port instead of the dozens of docks in larger areas.
Nikkolai stumped through the busy streets, bumping into passersby both on purpose and by accident, often stepping away with a bag or two of coins that he would be able to use at his next stop.
He looked for the sign with the flying frog. It was his favorite haunt here.
Ah, here it is! he thought as he rounded the corner and the bright green sign came into view. They had the best ale on this whole strip.
Because it was cheap.
"Ah, Nikky!" The man behind the bar called as he openned the door and stepped in, "you'd better be here to settle your debts, son."
"Cornelius!" Nikkolai openned his arms wide in greeting, "My favorite bar keep! Is it possible you got
more handsome since I last saw you?"
Cornelius scoffed, "Fat chance ya bastard. It's only been a few hours and
you still owe your tab"
"Fret not, friend," he waved a coin purse in front of the man's face before smacking it down on the bar, "I have come to replenish your coffers."
Cornelius glanced down at the intricately embroidered purse before him and raised an eyebrow.
"I see you ogling my fine tastes." Nik grinned.
"Oh aye. This is your purse just like you weren't kicked of your last crew."
"How
fuckin dare you." Nik snarled, "I RETIRED from that life. Don't let any arse tell you different. They couldn't handle my taste for
beauty." He gestured towards the floral purse on the table, "will you be accepting my payment or not."
Cornelius sighed and scooped up the purse. Nik knew he wouldn't turn down coin, no matter where it might have come from.
"Marvelous!" He grinned, "Now give this retired pir--I mean, privateer, a pint of your finest piss arse ale!"