Blackbeard Tavern Novels & Stories

As if he was looking for something else. "Safe!" he thought. Grilled Meat Tavern - Gorgon was known as one of the worst taverns in the Black Market Trading Area, especially on the ground floor or ground level of the Fortress. Not only were the dishes notoriously bad due to their strange and unfamiliar seasonings, but the waiters were notorious for behaving like thugs. They look more like bouncers than friendly and polite waiters. Although there were rarely any visitors, in fact you could count on your fingers the number of visitors in a whole day, no more than ten.

Kimberly complained as they had just disembarked from the Ferris wheel. "Do you want something to eat?" Kimberly nodded quickly. "I want seafood; I'm tired of bread and meat." Nicholas took a deep breath, thinking for a moment about which restaurant to visit, considering it was getting late, and Kimberly needed to take her medicine soon. "I know, now get in the car quickly. I'll take you to the restaurant you want." A 15-minute drive later, they arrived at Barner's Tavern, a luxurious restaurant known for its special dishes like squid risotto and crispy fried calamari, which were very famous in London.

Blackthorn was a smaller territory west of the Raven Creek known for its wine. I didn't know much, just the limited information available to me. The meeting went on, and I sat quickly like a decorative piece waiting for when I was needed. The staff moved quietly in the background, refilling drinks and adjusting settings on the table, as if every little detail mattered. And yeah, it did. I glanced around once more, still amazed by how perfect the setup was. High above the world, with the city lights all around us, it felt like we were in our own little world. A place made for power and quiet deals.