Peter Duff (Goeden Dag) Auto-translated

There, he was warmly welcomed by all the local drunkards, whose bellies were as vast as a whale's, considering how much they could consume.

After quickly greeting a few acquaintances, he approached One-Eyed Eddie, the former boatswain of the "Black Arrow" and, concurrently, the owner of this excellent establishment in every respect, who was standing behind the counter.

Limping Eddie was quite a curious fellow. To begin with, he had recently taken up skullball and was a forward for one of the teams, which, unlike the usual city-based teams, was a mixed bag of humanoids from various nationalities. Limping Eddie himself was not just a human, but a representative of one of the nomadic human tribes (of which there are not many left, especially recently), a rather good runner, and simply a decent person, as decent as a pirate can be.

- Hey Eddie! How are you doing?

--Hey, Peter! How are things? My team lost the previous match, can you believe it? What a terrible advertisement for "Whale's Belly"!

- Well, judging by the number of people in the hall, you won't be left without company... Anyway, I need a room. For three days. And I'll need to find someone. But we'll talk about that tomorrow. For now, see if you can find something to eat and drink, because I'm already tired of the ship's rations!

Peter was well-fed, and Eddie showed him his little room. "I'm sorry, I can't evict any guests; all the best rooms are occupied. But this attic room is quite cozy too. And please remember that I'm giving it to you for free; I'm practically giving it away!"

- Come on, buddy! This is a great hideout! It's definitely better than ship cabins. We'll discuss another matter in the morning.

"Buddy" shook Peter's hand and left him alone with his new dwelling.

Peter finished the last of the brandy, smoked his pipe, and went to bed.

Peter temporarily received -5 to his life force, losing 10 health. ;)

In the morning, after getting a good night’s sleep, Peter went downstairs.

Several humanoids were already sitting at the tables, and a couple of them were even drinking. The owner was present.

- I need to find a scholar named Cerera, - Peter said to the owner without much preamble. - She's some kind of historian or something like that. They say she's currently in the Cove. And I'll just take a walk around the city.

“It’s easy,” he said. “Ceres lives in a wealthy neighborhood, in a decent house; you can’t just walk right in,” and he gave detailed instructions on how to get there, even drawing a simple map on a piece of paper.