The obdurate gaze of the Dornishman,
Lucian, swept about the crowded confines of the harbor side winesink as he shouldered his way through a throng of patrons milling about the entryway. Treading through tawny amber puddles -of what he hoped was only spilled ale,- he noted a wooden effect depicting
a burro relieving itself that was prominently displayed above the back bar.
How appropos.