Verk was at the docks as usually, he helped the larger ships load their cargo for payment, which probably would go to alcohol later that night, he carries in heavy boxes into a small ship and chitchatted with some of the people around it. He heaves the last box in and accepts his payment, then taking his course towards the neares pub, once again catching more than few glances from the people who see him every day, yet can't get over his presence. he shrugs it off, he's used to strange looks already, after all his form is not the most pleasant to the eyes, nor is he hard to miss.