Acquiescence

The tavern is not the nicest in Port Kar, or even in the area of the unnamed canal on which it resides. It is quiet, frequented mostly by regular patrons. The food, honestly, is terrible, but it is honest. Honestly terrible, even. There is no wine to speak of, but the keeper will augment the usual paga with a vat of kal-da on the weekends. One of the main reasons I chose to stay here was the keeper's acquiescence to boarding Tasta. "It is a quiet place, she'll keep it that way," he said. Of course the acquiescence, like the ability to tie my small boat to the dock at the side of the tavern, increases my rent a bit - but it is not unreasonable. I think, in addition to the security a sleen can bring an establishment, the keeper is allowing Tasta stay for one, overarching reason. She doesn't think his food is terrible at all. The monster still needs her exercise, so I make use of the few narrow passages and alleyways available to foot traffic in the vicinity of the tavern each morning. Once, I made the suggestion she swim alongside my small boat, thinking that might be fun for her. The sleen took one look and about half of one sniff of the canal and stared at me as if I had two heads. I am pretty sure she understood the suggestion, and her stare was an irrefutable refusal to entertain the notion. Cheeky monster.