Brick wrote:
Brick wanders into the tavern shortly after the bloody fight, drenched in seawater and covered in mud and seaweed. Walking directly up to the bouncer, he bluntly asks, "Where am I?"
"Uh?" The towering hill giant looks down at your rather disheveled apearence, then in an obviously deliberate exaggeration of an accent.
"Dis be da Tethered Wench, de finest floating tavern in all o' Xen'drik. Me thinks ye be lookin' for work seein' as yer kind be needin' neider foo' ner drink. Best ye be wonderin down dere to the public house and warshin' some o' dat much of ye."
He points to a small builing, no more than a hundred feet from the root of the pier. He is adamant that you won't board the ship in your current condition.