As the ship reaches the docks, a few men reach for the strong ropes bearing its edges and tie them solidly upon the harbor's solid marble ground rings. A man walks out of the transport, glancing around him for a moment, placing a coin into the palm of one of the ship boys. "Thank you lad." He says, before glancing around the haven. He peeks into the small building that rests in front of him and spots a man. He approaches and stands under the door's frame. "What would be the nearest town to there, friend?" He inquires, smiling slightly to the man.
"Weeeell, you could head to Greenbriar.. But the road till there 's dangerous aye.. It rests west of 'ere. But I advice you t'pay Troll's Bane a visit aye.. North'east of 'ere. You'll find what t'do here. Ask 'bout the Fluffy Sheep tavern, if y're looking for work, you'll find employers 'ere." Answers him the man, rather dully.
He then nods, and starts making his way eastwards upon the road.
Once there, he enters through one of the gates, spotting a stranger, he calls out for him; "Excuse me, fellow. Would you mind guiding me to the Fluffy Sheep's tavern?" The stranger points towards the south west.
"Thank you.."
He starts heading along the path, after a while, noticing a sign. "The Fluffy Sheep tavern."
He passes the threshold of the building and seats on a stool, the building seeming empty apart from the tavern keeper. He rests in front of him and smiles. "Greetings, dwarf."
"Arrr! I'm Borgate, nice t'meet ye. What can I serve ye?" Asks the dwarf, wiping a beer mug as he does so.
" A pleasure. I'm Eresil Relondas. Make that a goblet of red wine." The man then slips a coin upon the bar and pillows his arms upon the wooden bar, awaiting his drink, glancing towards the door from time to time, expecting someone to walk in
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