While things inside we're hectic, it was about to get much more so. Being a port town, it attracted all sorts, from merchants, travelling adventures and pilgrims on they're journey to pirates, criminals and those looking to hurt others in order to push themselves up. It was a strange blend of virtue and villiany, one that sat on a knife's edge, ready to teeter one way or another.<br/><br/>The  door to the Calling Conch suddenly was broken off it's hinges as a body flew through it, landing on the floor just within the entrance way. Metallic clanks could be heard as an almost giant of a man walked through, standing 6' 4". Turning his body sideways to fit his sheild on his back through the doorway. He walked over to the man on the ground and picked up a coin purse out of his hands before saying "I hope you find the light of the Platinum God during your stay in a cell and live a virtuous life here on out." He picked the man up and sat him outside for the guards to get. He walked over to the young Tiefling and pulled nine gold coins,holding them out.<br/><br/>"I am sorry about the door. This should be enough to cover the door, and maybe a hot meal if there's enough of the special left. I'll... I'll try finding somewhere to sit. I'm sure I'll be easy to find with a sheild this big" he said, hoping that they wouldn't be too angry about the door. He flashed the pink tiefling a smile, moving his blonde hair out of his face, revealing his emerald green eyes before wandering his way into the packed tavern, hoping to find a seat, or at least someplace he could stand that wouldn't cause him to knock someone out by turning.<br/><br/>He got lucky and nestled into an end seat at the bar, smiling and tapping his foot along with the music. While the city might have a bit of a criminal underbelly, it was enjoyable staying here. He would have to come back sometime after his adventures we're done. While waiting, he pulled out a leather bound book and started flipping through the pages. If anyone we're to peek over his shoulder, they would see sketches of several artifacts, along with their names and descriptions since the sketches we're only in pencil instead of being paintings.<br/><br/>Despite having to focus and memorize the artifacts he had to track down, he couldn't help but raise his eyes off of the journal. His gaze kept returning the the humming pink Tiefling. She was an oddity. Most Tieflings he met were either silver toungued tricksters or dark and brooding. She was... bubbly. It was almost addictive being around her personality.