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One of the more popular drinking establishments along the docks, The Last Plank is a larger wooden building sitting at the very end of merchants row. Though the exterior appears to be in a bit of disrepair, with old fishing gear hanging from the weathered outer walls, music and revelry can oft be heard breaching its doors virtually anytime, day or night.
A pair of grizzled old men in kilts with thick greying beards and long thinning grey/orange wispy hair sit on wooden kegs with a makeshift flat topped barrel table set up in between them. On the table sits a wooden game board that none of you has never seen before. The men roll bones and move numbered metal chits around on the board, swearing at each other vulgarly with every new turn of the game.
One of the old men sees your group looking around at the taverns and ale houses, clearing his throat loudly before he calls out to you in the common tongue. “Oey! Ya lot look a might tirsty! Go on inside if ye like, dis place ain’t no worse den any uthers!” He smiles widely after the invitation, showing off all three of his remaining teeth while pointing towards the swinging saloon style doors.
Inside, the place looks cozy and warm, with enough light to see by but plenty of dark corners to hide in. The entertainment must be on break, and there are only a few people inside the establishment at the moment, but you are greeted by a slovenly fire haired woman in a low cut blouse from behind the bar. "Allo there! Sit anywhere ye like an I'll be right with ye fine folks!"
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