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You’ve just stepped off of the boat in the port of a massive and fortified city. Before you lies a sprawling bazaar, with numerous shops, stalls, and seated traders selling wares to folk of all walks of life. Just as you’re about to continue walking onwards, into the market, you’re approached by a well-dressed gentleman who looks upon you with a big smile. “Welcome!” He began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”
How do you respond?
 

*Stepping off of the boat's hull, Balbeen, a traveling farfolk could be seen taking a deep breath, seemingly taking in the scenery.* [!] The port reeked of fish, booze, and smoke, seemingly coming from inside the city's walls. *Balbeen walked forwards towards the marketplace, the man wanted to admire this new city which he should now call home for the next foreseeable future. [!] Walking forward as to venturing towards the marketplace, A rather well-off gentlemen steps in front of the farfolk, cutting him off. "Welcome!" The man said, shooting Balbeen a smile. taking a breath he continued, "What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”. *Taken aback slightly, the farfolk looked the man up and downed, and thought about his rather rude mannerism and lack of social space. "I'm here to make some coin, and if eih' make some friends along de way then great." [!] Pausing a second, the man finally spoke once more. "I can help with that stranger, I run the local tavern, 'The Scheming Elf' *Balbeen paused a second before speaking, seemingly trying to think of the right things to say. "That's a strange name." [!] The well-dressed gentleman addressed Balbeen "Speaking of names I'm Patrick, Patrick Eroine." "Its a pleasure to meet you, Patrick. De' names Balbeen." "Nice to meet yew as well, now let me show you around." [!] The two men ventured forward into the city, a sense of wonder filled the air.