Oddity always caught her eye, and a man carrying a hammer at his belt, that was odd in a place like this.  Mary flicked her eyes sidelong at the newcomer, she had of course picked a seat that let her watch the doors.  He was an artisan of some sort she decided. A carpenter most likely.  Ships always needed one aboard.  But he was at home in a place like this.<br/><br/>She wasn't exactly, it was a pirate tavern, and it had a much harder edge than the fisherman's hangouts she was used to.  Mary kept her ears open, hoping to catch the name of a good cookhouse nearby.