[b]Stepping off the wooden vessel, the St. Christopher, Shaleer gripped his stomach, not at all acustomed to the sea's motions. Upon gaining his composure, a thick smell of sea salt stung his snose and compellled him to get away from the docks and towards any of the buildings before him. He began walking for the Red Dwarf Inn until the magnificant tower caught his eye. He stepped off his path to pause one of the guards leaving the tower.

With a questionable smile and a distinct accent, Shaleer asked the guard, "I don't mean to impede, but what's so important about that tower that it warrants all you guards?"

If Shaleer successfully coaxed the guard into telling him about the tower, he would continue towards the inn.[/b]