Convexical

I ignore this “gentleman” because I don’t know him. Besides, approaching a stranger while asking questions is always suspicious, particularly this close to the docks. No matter how well-dressed he is, I have no way of knowing his intentions. A harmless question, maybe, or I could be jumped and robbed by a gang of thugs that he works for. Checking to make sure I have all my belongings still in order, that is, to say he didn’t pickpocket me, I continue on my merry way. In search of the nearest pub or tavern, to see about any odd jobs I could find.