Kirkwall, the City of Chains, the biggest shithole Mikal has ever laid is eyes on in his 33 years of living, and he has seen dust town in all it's shit covered glory. At least Kirkwall has less drunks walking around since all the damned spikes everywhere would kill any person who wanders the stupidly complex layout of the city, Kirkwall's streets made a forest look organized and at least in a forest you're least likely to step on human shit which Kirkwall has unreasonable amount of in the back streets. 

Mikal was minding his own business walking to the Blooming Rose where supposedly a Qunari was looking for a crew to make his own, and Mikal wanted nothing more then to leave the shit covered hole that was Kirkwall, it was nice not being noticed by the overly enthusiastic because of his Dwarfyness but the Drama that surrounded this town like a Nug to a piss filled pond was reminding him too much of his old dear home of Orzammar at least Orzammar has less Blood mages and in general crazy humans who think they are hot shit because they believe in a god who married one of his creations which is like incest, Humans are fucked up, at Least Dwarves believe in the stone which while still bullshit is still more relatable then a grandfather who married one of his many great grandchildren, but back on the matter at hand on why he has to leave; he may have blown up an Chantry mother and a bunch of Sisters, at least nobody knew he did but he deiced to leave just in case, don't need to stay around while a finger could be pointed in his general direction.

Mikal finally reached Hightown which didn't even garner any attection since many Drarves come into Hightown and do business either selling their wares or selling lyrium when the Templars were too busy looking Crazed Blood Mages. Mikal didn't even give anybody a second look as he walked past the stalls and vendors, he was here for business and hopefully he gets to leave this city and only look back when there's money in this damned place. 

Mikal has finally arrived to the blooming Rose, the cities most famous Whore house, a place where a person can lay with a woman, or man if that's up your alley, Mikal's was willing to go with either but he shamefully never used the utilities since money has been scarce since he arrived and while sex is good, hunger is always a major mood killer. 

Mikal walked though the door he had expected to be barraged by Whores of all sizes and races instead he was barraged by the smell of cheap beers and the smell of something that would linger in his nostrils for a good few days. But he walked past the entry area and he sees a bunch of people surrounding an as expected large and yet unexpectedly bombastic Qunari. Mikal walked next to the group and simply watched what will happen next. He wants to make a good first impression by not overwhelming the drunk oxmen, also he may leave with fewer headbutts if he didn't over excite the Qunari.