Tirarrian stepped off the measley ship she had arrived on and inhaled. Hmmmm! The lovely smell of sweaty sailors and slowly rotting fish in the midday sun. [color=#C266C2]"Wow."[/color] she thought to herself [color=#C266C2]"I take me to some lovely places."[/color]

Shouldering her heavy crossbow and with an adjust of her hat, the Gnome set off down the dock to the port authorities. She went back over in her head the various ingredients she would need to acquire from the marshland on the far side of the 'island'. Her brisk walk and thinking was interrupted, however, by a high pitched yelp and a loud splash.

When she arrived at the scene various sailors and other unsavoury types had gathered round, mostly to laugh. Tirarrian could see why. Sailors never react politely to such well dressed individuals, let alone those who had fallen into the water. 

Tirarrian pushed her way past various sets of legs to the front of the crowd