A rather rundown looking two story building, deeper than it was wide, such was the appearance of the Half Penny Mermaid. Sandwiched in-between two rather shabby looking residences, with a rather overly exaggerated carving of a mermaid in front, that in better days had adorned the prow of a ship, made the tavern rather hard to miss, for anyone traversing the harbour of the Citadel.
The Half Penny Mermaid, or just Ha’Penny, boasts both easy access to, and a view of the harbor. Though some might question the aesthetics of the section of the harbor it overlooked. And in fact on any given day, at any given time, there were likely to be several sailors hanging around the front of the building.
It was dim inside the tavern, as what was left of the broken front windows had long ago been boarded up. The dim light came from candles on every table, and several lanterns hung at intervals along the walls. The acrid sent of smoke hung in the stale air of the interior. Seated around the room, or standing at the long bar are several sailors, as well as the poor who live along the harbor front.
After having explored the harbour to her hearts content Rosalie felt her stomach rumble, plus her feet were protesting they could use a rest. Not wanting to show up at Pier seventeen for fear of being recognized, Rosalie's amber eyes instead lit up as she saw the rundown establishment. Utterly perfect.
Entering in her new clothes, only covered with today's dust, Rosalie walked up confidently to the bar and trying to hide her mouthie accent ordered some ale "and a Ploughman's lunch,.. good man" the last added for good measure. It sounded like something a commoner of the Citadel would say. A few coins dropped on the counter should assure the barman she wasn't all talk. She looked around curiously, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dim lightening.