Eccentricities aside, the sellsword simply gave but a measured look to those boarding or paying their fare for the voyage aboard the vessel before them but Valen had nothing to say. Wordlessly he untied a sack that jingled as Valen took it from his side, dropping it in the man's hand sitting at the boardwalk on his stool [color=606060]"One ticket."[/color] he said gruffly, affixing his stern gaze upon the man. Holding out a hand for the gentleman to give him his ticket.