In the rought and tumble bustle of the blind mandrake, a furtive character cautiously pins a notice to the wall. It is a message many of the regulars have seen many times before

Reliable zailors wanted, come to lot 11 of wolfstack docks, leave your regrets and unfinished business at home.

The patrons of the portside alehouse sighed. Even those that aready knew they would be in line to apply. Traveling the Zee was far from a safe profession, but for many of them, it was the only thing they knew.

For other, naive sorts. It was a chance at adventure, discovery, perhaps even profit.

Now the question is...
[hider=which are you?]
Name: Perhaps a rather obvious question.
Moniker: Letting people know your real name is a vulnerability down here. Perhaps you would like to be referred to as sir or madam? Or perhaps more egalitarian terms. Maybe you wish your profession to be your identifying trait, or some quality of your personality? Why not both? Take the sardonic bartender for example. He has never let so much as a scrap of his name slip. Not even so much as an initial.

Appearance: Everyone knows you measure a person's worth by their clothes. How do you look? Gentlemanly and well-cultured? Furtive and shadowy? Perhaps you prefer people think you a brawny and dangerous individual?
Skills: Why would a prospective zee captain want to take you along out to zee. Yes, perhaps you are a great opera singer, but that is of no consequence when a gargantuan zee-beast is winding up to break the hull in two.

Secret: Of couse, no one would ask you to cough up your deepest, darkest secrets, but it would be good to know some scraps. Perhaps you displeased someone or something and are looking for atonement. Or maybe the zee holds answers to a question you have been trying to answer your whole life? Really, just a scrap of this knowledge would be enough.
[/hider]