The door to the tavern swung open out into the streets of Footfall and a small hairy figure stumbled out, the various sounds of a packed and well soused tavern crowd spilling out from behind him.  He was well lubricated, stepping out for a moment to enjoy the day and take a long drag off a cigar.  His last trip with a Rogue Trader group had been sometime ago and he'd found Footfall relatively well suited to his interests.  There was alcohol, there were women, and both in various flavors and strengths.  Drugs of all sorts, depravities too.  Perfect for him, yet he felt ready for a new trip as he almost always was, but then again there was a rather pretty stranger in the tavern.  Buxom, loud, short and ripe, all in all just about right.

Holding the cigar in his mouth he combed through his sideburns and tried to set his hair right.  Though it had started to go gray it was still thick and wild and not particularly keen to follow his commands.  "Come on Roald," he muttered to himself as he fussed about, "we still got a few good years in us."  He realized he likely needed a bath and had spent too long awake and in various cycling stages of drunkeness, but that was all part of his charm wasn't it?  He wasn't the sort to be invited to meet a young woman's parents.  Not his forte.  He was more the curiosity quencher.  He was half sized sure, but was he 100% half sized?  Only one way to find out.  

He took one last long look around town to see if he could spot any tell tale signs of coming adventures.  As was so often the case there were gunshots sounding off from somewhere or other, ships burning through the skies to land from their last trip or set off on a new one, there just might be opportunities coming up short on the horizon.  In a place known for it's vice there usually were.  Still plenty of time to take his shot.  If he wound up finding something for tomorrow he might as well make this night memorable.  He licked his fingertips and used them to kill the cigar, dropped it back into a pocket, and pushed his way back into the tavern with a purpose.