Rebuilt from an establishment that was left behind in the Duchy the Scarlet Hydra Inn still used its mascot, the wooden sign hanging out proudly, with the painted 5-headed dragon in vibrant scarlet. Perhaps once the establishment was the deep red that its name implies, but for now it was a mottled palette of colours ranging from muted pink to vibrant ruby - repainted so many times that the surface was now a hodgepodge of colours, resembling - once again - the scaley flesh of a grim beast.
The tall, two story building is as yet incomplete, with no apparent signs of construction going on. While the roof is entirely in tact, some of the walls on the upper floor are little more than sheets spread between columns, and many of those sheets appear to have been in place for several months. Numerous dormers peek out from either side of the high roof, suggesting living quarters (both with and without proper walls) on the upper levels. While it is easily the largest building on Nether's Gate, it is far from the most lovely.
The common room has massive tables and chairs with actual cushions scattered about, adding just enough wealth to entice the costumers to perhaps spend a little more. The long bar against the far wall is created out of heavy black walnut. The windows are made of strengthened lead casing and delicately stained, depicting the patron creature of the inn. The decor, while not overly so, is a bit on the tawdry side...much like the patrons.
Zeke was troubled. A tenday past he had been put ashore in an agreeable enough fashion, the Captain of the barque Black Harpy considering his time done, paying off the crew, and sending his vessel to the knackers yard. While the Harpy had been home for these past two years, Ezekiel was not particularly sad to say goodbye. The parting had left him richer in pocket by a few crown, and besides, it was a perfectly reasonable ending, and all crew had been satisfied with their compensation.
But ten days ashore, and the pirate's newfound coin had dwindled sharply in the face of the many entertainments the Scarlet Hydra had to offer a man of meagre wealth. A great deal of it had been, very literally, pissed away. A part of the rest the Hydra had claimed in return for the time of its whores. There was little left but change; and one full crown which Zeke had prudently stashed in the instep of his left boot, a place he considered it perfectly safe from anyone with a sense of smell.
Few of the former crew of the Harpy still remained on the island, most having signed articles with other crews and sailed out already. Some of the few that remained joined Zeke at his table, where they were collectively attempting to drink their own body weight in rum and decide where next to go, a pair of activies not best suited to one another.
And this was the reason that the young Lee was troubled. For, under the raucous voices of his companions, he was giving it much serious (though rather drunken) thought. There were only two vessels currently at port in Nether's Gate; one was the Fleche, little more than a smuggling vessel, a little merchant bilander and not at all Zeke's mug of rum, as it were... and the Revenge, which was a fine, well built galleon of much grace and appeal... if it weren't for the snotty little Captain aboard her. Zeke personally had little against adhiel, but was well aware of Linasis' feelings about everyone else... and considered his chances of joining that company to be slim to none.
He had itchy feet, that was the trouble. His legs were entirely unaccustomed to navigating the treacherously level floor of dry land, and the longing to go to sea once more was growing strong. Zeke took another swallow of his rum, noisily, and wiped his chin, frowning. Patience seemed to be his best option. Thankfully, he could be a rather patient man, at times, particularly when he still had money for grog.