Stepping off the boat, Alder looks uncomfortably at the tall walls, and even more tense at the crowded market. The salty air caresses his face, scraping against the massive scar that covers it. Lost in thought, he fails to notice the finely dressed man approach, and is only made aware when he begins speaking. Alder jumps, startled at the sudden interaction, taking a few steps back instinctively. "Oh, uh.... Just passing through. Won't be staying all too long." He gives the man a once over, searching for intent on his face. Unable to find whatever he is looking for, he sighs and nods "I should be off." He begins walking down the dock and into the crowd, eager to exit the conversation as quickly as possible.
