A rather large puddle had begun to form on the cobblestone in front of a rather unsightly inn. It was not a well-kept place, so much so that it didn't even have a proper name. The word "Inn" carved lazily into a wooden sign hanging out front was the only distinction that this was, in fact, a business of sorts.
The interior was not impressive, to say the least. There was one table in the corner, old and starting to rot. The chairs that surrounded it were often wobbly and uneven. The innkeep himself matched the decor: unkempt and dirty. The comforts of the inn were not what drew travelers to it, however. It was the price.

Ryker emerged from one of the few rooms that morning, looking much the way he had when he had arrived the night before. His hair was a mess, what strands remained tied back were of little consequence as most of his hair hung in his face. His clothes were dirty, his boots caked in mud. He nodded silently at the innkeeper as he made his way to the exit.
The door creaked open as he stepped outside. He looked up at the clouds as he felt the rain on his head. He let out a quiet scoff as he lowered his head and continued out into the elements.
As he walked towards the docks, he began to work on his appearance. Not that it mattered much to him how he looked, he just wanted to get his hair out of his face. He pulled more strands back into the band that was holding some and used the rain water to wash off some grime from his face.
He glanced up when he heard a welcome phrase: "in exchange for coin." He adjusted his blacksteel longsword on his back and approached the giant of a man.
[color=#9ec9cf]"Looking for hunters?"[/color] he asked. [color=#9ec9cf]"Happens that I'm from the far east. I know the lands well."[/color]

[Location: The Docks]