Fletcher

*breathe in the salty sea air* What is there good man? *looks at him* What brings me here? Work, of course.. and the money *looks skeptically at the dagger of his counterpart* But I find mine away, have thanks. There will certainly be something for a builder to do here. *Don't look behind you and then walk along a narrow path on the way to the city*

*rumpfs his nose, grabs his belt and breathes the fresh sea air* Work my Freund.. I hope that they will be found. *smiles and shakes his head slightly as the man starts to a new sentence* I find my way already, thank you..

I'm snouting my dagger upright on my belt and looking at the dealers. Ignorantly, I say nothing to the man for a few seconds, but then I agree with a scratching ogre: "I'm here to look for work." The man asks me slightly, slightly swaying, what kind of work I am looking for. "In the garrision of that mighty city." I snort slightly grinning into the salty harbour air. "Now apologize sworthy Gentleman". I have to get up.Stampfed turns away the ogre and mutters to himself "Human pig..."