Being from the Frozen North, Reynault had never felt so hot and muggy in his entire life. [i]Where the hell am I? How come I've never heard of Stilben?[/i] he thought to himself as he walked through the town. The townsfolk he ran into generally kept a wide berth, but some looked at him with predatory eyes.

Keeping a strong hand on his money pouch, Reynault looked to the sun, gently rising over the bay and lighting up the masts of many docked ships in the harbor. [i]At least the mornings here are nice. That already makes this place better than Luskan.[/i] While walking, Reynault felt the all too familiar pangs of hunger. Maybe this place had a tavern, preferably open for breakfast.