Buzdrem walked carefully through the marketplace, his eyes peering left and right at the plethora of folk around him. Without his thick armour on he felt more vulnerable than normal. But no one around here would mess with a dwarf, least of all one carrying four throwing axes on his back. Despite not having his tank armour on, he still wore leather armour, a hard lesson he learnt back home.
"The only time you don't wear armour is to bed and to bathe" his father would tell him. He made his way slowly and carefully through the crowd as many of the people of the market place were taller than him. He walked past a few stalls eyeing up the goods but deciding against parting with any coin. His destination was The Dock Inn, an aptly named public house on the dock. He could see the sign for The Dock Inn through the bodies of the crowd and quickened his pace. Buzdrem knew that there was work to be had if one was looking for it. If not, the served perfectly reasonable ale at a decent price there. He knew the owner as well, Hal was an old friend from a job he did a few years back. They were handsomely paid and Hal bought The Dock Inn with his share.