Skye nodded and put his hood up hiding his face. This prompted Jorgan to do the same. Skye walked over to the dock workers. He waved his hand in front of them. "Greetings gentlemen, I have a question about a wanted person. He is approximately 45-55 years old, likely wearing a dark cloak with yellow eyes like the fiery pits  of hell have you seen someone like this?" The dock workers looked glaze eyed as they shook their heads. He did this with every dock worker on duty but the answer kept coming back the same a resounding no. "Dammit... it looks as if he's not here... and I don't feel any dark force here." He said with a shake of his head. Jorgan sighed with resignation. "I thought so... Kooriban... here we come."