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	[b][color=f26522]Prometheus/Docks:[/color][/b] Jahosafat glanced over towards Harper and set his crate down as he adjusted his sleeves a bit. [color=gray]"Well I cannot and will not dare say to the intentions of my one such as wondrous as the great Foy Coiffeur. The man can be a mystery wrapped in an an enigma at times or as blunt as the hard end of the most basic of hammers if he so desires. Yet if I were to make an educated assumption based on my life long exposure to the mustaching master I would say adventure dear boy. Simple adventure! For myself, what is more prudent than sailing into the black, to places one has not yet seen, seeing what type of action and frivolity one can have encompassed around himself? Truly, after so many years with my nose to the grindstone, working on case after case that does no more to stimulate my medulla oblongata than sand paper does to my neathers, noticeably yet but grating,  it is high time I set out for places unknown to have a bit of action in my life!"[/color] the doctor said a bit too excitedly. 

	Anisa stepped out to gather another crate and overheard the long speech given by the doctor before her eyes drifted to Harper. [color=f26522]"Well that was... informative,"[/color] she said and gave Harper of look as if to ask him [i][color=f26522]"bet you are sorry you asked."[/color][/i] Shaking it off she picked up another crate and headed back into the ship. It would take a bit for each person to get each of their own ones into the ship. 

	[b][color=f26522]Toy Shop:[/color][/b] Royus smiled over towards Fitz and nodded. "Well that is something I can help you with," he said as he ruffled the end of his feather duster. "Come with me," he added with a follow me motion with his finger. Walking slowly over to a wall display, a slight limp to the old mans walk. Looking over the stacks of various boards games his hand reached up and his fingers seemed to go over them as if they were braille. "Something to help you get to know other people." It wasn't a question, just a statement refreshing what Fitz was looking for in his mind. 

	"Well, let's stay away from various games that make you actually talk about your past. Most people aren't keen to opening up like that. We need something that will stimulate small talk here and there. Oh my not this one, this one usually divides families. No, this really isn't entertaining unless everyone involved likes numbers and dice. Cards, no. Most only enjoy this is they drink as well. No skill needed here. Too much skill needed on this one." Royus kept going over games, giving a reason to why this one just would not do. Then he finally stopped and smiled to himself as he pulled out a very old looking and dust covered game that was buried beneath the others. 

	"This will do just fine. It is a mystery game. The board is a mansion and it has many rooms. In the beginning of the game one character, weapon, and room is placed in an envelope without anyone knowing what any of them are. The other characters get given to the rest of the group. They keep what they get a secret. As you go through the rooms on the board you make guesses based off the cards you have until you can solve who killed who, with what, and where. It gives you a good game that is part skill, part luck of the dice, a little bit of talk, but isn't over whelming. This should do you perfectly," he said as he handed the game out for Fitz. 

	[b][color=f26522]Merchant Area:[/color][/b] Okay you three, you know what is around you at this point. North heads towards the Lady Luck, south takes you back towards the docks. East towards the main living part of the city for the rich, west towards the poor part of the city. There are people walking about of course, and shops. Many are going to get a meal at this time and there are only a few meal places around you dotting between the shops. Trail has gone cold as far as blood goes at this point. There are a few kids that look like your average hooligan mulling about. Two coming out of the store store cursing in Chinese about an old man and how they would have kicked his ass if it had been worth their time. Pm me if you need more. No gap closing between the three of you as of yet.