Zame rounded the corner making his way onto the docks, noticing a large man jump from the deck of a ship a pouch visible. "Wonder what he was doing?" Zame began following him keeping a distance, his steps silent. "<em>Couldn't be part of the ship's crew, or he would have used a plank or a rope to get done. Doesn't really matter, he must have something good in that pouch.</em>" A smile crept over his face, "<em>Mark found, I've been needing good meal</em>" Zame began thinking about how to snag to pouch from the large man, the usually bump wouldn't likely work.