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..."