Garick wound his way through the crowd and watched as the man hammered a piece of parchment to the board in the middle of the harbor, standing on tip toe he peered over the man's shoulder taking in the paper before flashing the man a smile. And making a beeline for the Tavern in Little Rock. As he approach the tavern he took in the exterior sizing up potential escape routes and the possible hazards of the establishments. Garick grinned, he needed work and this looked like the shady establishment that could provide the sort of work he was use to, he might not have a ship but he was a fine swordsman. Among other things. With that he loosened the twin scimitars in their sheath and pushed open the door of the tavern.