Altrian Taunhause awoke in his little shack down on the first bridge, awake before the sun had even risen. He went about his daily routine as normal getting ready to go out on another fishing expedition when he saw the captain of their boat waiting at the pier. "Sorry boys, no more fishin' till this stuff get's itself all worked out. We gonna be stayin' in port til the King hisself say it be safe again. So you boys had better start lookin' fer work!" With that he shooed them all away. Altrian was very disappointed, fishing had been all he had done with his life, he'd never settled down, didn't have any surviving family, he didn't know what to do. He had recieved a small amount of education, he knew his letters so perhaps he could work with the Kingdom. Deciding to go to the Guard Post on the first Bridge near his home he picked up his kit that he had assembled to help keep the fishing boat clear of some of the more nefarious types of sea people. He was walking to the guard post when he heard the Town Crier call out a need for adventurer's.