[@Lauder]
 Jagred liked his peace and quiet. However, at times like this, he knew enough to keep his mouth shut and tune to world out. 
 
 He was sitting in one of the nicer inns in town; the sign outside read ‘Limping Sealegs’. Its interior was comfortable enough, the air reasonably warm and humid. The fireplace across the room had only embers left; the innkeeper was far too busy this morning to pay it much mind, leaving the inn comfortably cool. He sat alone at the counter, nursing a glass of mainland brandy that probably cost far too much. It didn’t matter though, the liquid was cool in his throat and fire in his stomach. Just the way he preferred it. Most of the hustling and bustling in the inn was coming from groups of armed men spreading out on the worn wooden tables. They stuck to their own groups, speaking in hushed voices and constantly glancing back and front at passersby. It looked almost comical. 
 
 To be honest though, he wasn’t too different from those so-called adventurers. He too was a hunter, and Oars Rest was rich with all types of games. Jobs inland had grown stale. He yearned for something else to challenge his sword arm, and if the rumours to be believed, he might find it here. However, it was best he find a group first, for even beasts didn’t hunt alone. 
 
 The cool morning air began to recede, as the innkeeper took notice and lit the fireplace. He finished up his brandy, tossed a handful of coins on the counter, then stood up to leave. Swinging his rucksack over his shoulder, he stepped into the streets of Oars Rest. After a couple of days just hanging around the inns, he had already learnt the streets by heart. A couple of turns later, and he was standing at the docks, turning his eyes seaward. In all his years fighting other people’s battles, he knew that most expeditions start at either the inns or the docks. All that mattered now was to find an able expedition that would hire him on. Since he had little luck at the inns, it would only be prudent to try the docks now. 
 
 A couple of minutes later, the ships started docking. Not much caught his eyes, so Jagred kept to himself, leaning against a stack of crates and half-heartedly wiping an oil-soaked piece of cloth over his black sword. Most of those who came in today was obviously merchants, coming to trade and barter. He was tempted to take a look at their stocks, but then, he figured he would just waste coins on another pair of wyrmskin boots so he stopped himself. Just as he was about to return to the inn and tried his luck with the folks there, a lizard man appeared and started a ruckus with the sailors. 
 
 Jagred stood and watched in silent, then slightly straightened himself once he realized the lizard was coming his way. Despite his many years traveling, he had yet to see a creature with such appearance. It was probably one of the many reasons why once the lizard was in hearing range, Jagred whistled and flashed him a toothy grin.
 
 “Quite the entrance, friend.”- He glanced the giant up and down, then turning his gaze to the sailors behind him – “Though make a habit of returning your debts sometimes. It simply does not do for a warrior to steal.”