[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

Tiras was in hell. His stomach was so empty, and yet, here he was, penniless, standing in a food market. Smells assaulted his nose and his stomach ached in response. Soon, he promised himself, soon. He made his way (slowly, dragging his feet) through the food, and the fish, until he came to the docks. He was looking for a man with a job. He checked the hand-written flyer again. Dock... Is that a three or an eight? Or a seven? As he turned the flyer different angles, he managed to stub the toe of his green boot into the pier supports.

"Hrg! Blast'd! Elmin! Dam'd! Fugn! Pole!" He hopped around, armor, sword, cloak, and all, holding onto his toe with both hands and cursing in grunts.

He fell in front of a group of people waiting at the end of one of the docks. He got a closer look at them once he stood back up. There was a shifty-eyed fellow, a big guy with a ridiculous-looking sword, a young woman, a cloaked person, and someone had obviously just been thrown end over end off the nearby ship. "Hi. I don't suppose this is where I could find a...," he furnished the flyer again, "Wrath... Servani?" He looked to the shifty-eyed one who appeared to be in charge. "I am looking for work. Any work is good work."