Zekael stepped off a boat and gripped a nearby mast. He did not enjoy sailing. He would be happy to appreciate nature anywhere but on the sea. Zekael's tipped ear flicked as he turned his head to look at the gentleman who addressed him. "A little bit of this, and a little bit of that, good sir." Zekael said formally, tipping his head in the man's direction. He stared out at the city. So many people, so many chances, so many opportunities. Yes, this would suite him well. His dark eyes flickered back to the man. "Tell me, where can I find the nearest bakery?"