Korvis finished up his food and left the tavern, settling his pack comfortably on his back. He drew a deep breath once outside, happy to be away from the aroma of woodsmoke and too many bodies in too small a space (at least for his comfort). As he looked around there seemed to be some commotion down by the ferry. He stood for a moment, trying to see what might be at the root of it, but there were too many people around to see.<br/><br/><em>Suppose I ought to take a look.</em>he thought.<em>Hopefully it's not a problem with the ferry itself.</em>He started walking down towards the water, picking up snatches of conversation as he drew closer.<br/><br/><em>Someone in the river?</em>he thought.<em>I wonder what happened him.</em>He looked upstream, but couldn't see any signs of possible trouble, gave a mental shrug and walked closer to the ferry, to see what else he could pick up.