With the smell of the ocean brine clinging to him, Mardred leaps onto the dock. His heavy physique causes the boards below him to creak, and he pulls his pack of belongings tighter around his shoulder. He collects himself before preparing to step forwards, when his peripheral vision catches the individual approaching him. He furrows his eyebrows as he listens, before responding with a neutral tone.
"I s'pose the ocean just took me 'ere. Care t'point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?" He would respond, punctuating this with a gravelly chuckle.
