Ok, so you’re thirsty…as in vampirate thirsty but that is only the start of your problems. A night out on the oceans isn’t what it used to be. First you need to get yourself a boat then navigate along the dark waters known as Limbo Creek. Good luck finding the barely visible doorway, set into a craggy and overgrown rock-face. Well, you’ve made it so far, but as a pair milky eyes stare out at you through the metal viewing slot, do you even know the correct password that will allow you access? All the best clubs are so difficult to get into these days…but unfortunately a couple of rums over at Ma Kettle’s just won’t quench your particular thirst.
Whatever the reason and no matter the cost, there’s always a queue of vampirates snaking its way through the waiting room, and Lilith, with her distinctive beehive and trade-mark eye shadow in her cashier’s booth is not complaining one little bit.
Welcome to The Blood Tavern.
A pint, a half-pint or a special measure?
Lilith