The 'Sow's Ass', as it was so colourfully named, was every hole in the wall Rhea's mother had warned her to be wary of.
Yet as she and her Ladies-in-waiting shuffled into the large pub with the writhing crowd, she found herself awed.
Bright yellow bulbs, flickering and dull, lit up the large room.
The noise was a violent wave, washing over her again and again, leaving no chance to recover from the onslaught
Forcing her ears to adapt.
She felt Apollonia cling unto her when a man as tall and large as two men bumped into them.
He was covered in soot and dirt that seemed skin-deep.
Rhea grew nervous, and for lack of what to do, she tipped her head at him in greeting.
He paused at the action, eyes narrowing.
That was too sophisticated for a crowd like this, and if they did not settle down soon, they would be drawing even more attention to themselves.
Like a mother duck, she ushered her yellow-feathered children over to a free table in a dark corner.
