<strong>The Wayport Inn</strong><br/><br/>The room is filled with an assortment of burly men. Dockhands mostly. The Inn sports the few women who actually work in this town. From the bar nearby you hear mostly rowdy conversation. Amidst all of this there is one young man thin of frame and silent, half of his face has a thin burn scarring. Whisper catches him staring at her. Instead of the lustful gaze you would expect in a place like this its a knowing and severe gaze.