7 The Old Whore

The Old Whore is a tavern, strip club and whorehouse. It takes its name from the old hag who seemingly always sits outside, staring at anyone who enters or leaves the building. By the standards of Scurvytown, it is an unusually well run and carefully maintained establishment - indeed, many locals swear that not only is the beer not watered down, but most of the strippers do not have visible scars or diseases.

History
The Old Whore has been around for as long as anyone can remember. That is unusual for Scurvytown, as it doesn't usually take long for some sort of misfortune (accidental or not) to befall a tavern. The woman who gives it its name has also been a fixture of the area for years, though few people are much interested in learning more about her.

Description
The Old Whore sits in a building created by knocking the dividing walls out of a tenement row. This gives it a large, open ground floor, with the bar and stages sharing the same space. A few private rooms are available at one end behind the stages, and the second floor rooms from the original tenement houses serve as rooms for guests interested in accommodation.

Prominent NPCs
Erith Tarragon: A bald, powerfully built man noted for his fondness for flashy jewelry, Tarragon runs the Old Whore. He took it over some years ago, after the previous owner abruptly fled the city in mysterious circumstances. Since then, he has focused on making it the best inn in Scurvytown, despite the widespread jokes about how that was like being the prettiest half-orc. He has made great progress, and the inn is usually full of people enjoying the attractions and buying his beer.

Despite the relative classiness of his establishment, Tarragon does not seem obliged to live by the same standards, and is well known for taking advantage of his employees. He points out that this serves as an effective method of quality control, and therefore that he will have only the best performers to show his customers.

Mungo: Mungo is tall and stooped, missing his left leg below the knee. He leans upon a wooden crutch, and sometimes wobbles heavily. His face is pockmarked and weather-beaten, and he always smells of monkeys.

When outside in the streets, he uses his trained baboon, Fang, to help him push a small cart containing his eight performing spider monkeys around town. He has trained them to use a wide variety of props, and they have become very skilled. People always stop to watch the Amazing Monkeys as they move around town, and Mungo does a thriving trade in parties and other special occasions.

All in all, it is not a bad second chance for a man who used to be a noted and successful pirate until he lost his leg in combat. As he admits, he was too surly and angry at his fate to serve as a cook or similar non-combat role in his ship,and his crew abandoned him in Freeport. He scraped and scuffled until he learned the art of training monkeys from a senile old druid, and since then has been steadily rebuilding what he lost.

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