With Nial rousing himself from sleep, and seeking to make his fortune one way or the other, it would not be done in Skairn. One could survive in Skairn, make a living… But they could not thrive. There was no concept of high life in the otherwise dreary village. The cloak would be a welcome blessing as the salty, chill breeze from the sea blew landward, whipping about Nial and causing his cloak to flap with the harsher gusts and blasts of air.<br/><br/>The talk amongst the idle villagers and familiar faces were common things. Fishing hauls, brief snippets and rumors of piracy and privateering among the principalities, and simply old wives tales. However, asking around for some information about the academic, an acquaintance of Nial perked up a little, briefly embracing him in a hug. A local barfly, Nial knew the surly yet surprisingly friendly halforc by the name of Sarnat.<br/><br/>“Oh? I’ve seen the lass around. She’s been cooped up in the local in for a few weeks now, complaining about the weather, the water, the drink, the forest… But she came here alone, saying that her teacher told her to come here and find… Something, she’s been clammed up on what it is. Even saw Ol’ Joe tried drinking her under the table to get her to talk. She outpaced him. Surprised the hell out of me since she’s human or I think she is, you wouldn’t expect her to be the type to drink. She doesn’t look much like a book-smart person either. I think she’s looking to leave sometime soon. Whether or not that’s off to go possibly die in the forsaken forest or take my advice and get the first train back to Sharn?” The burly half orc gave a small shrug. “Beats the pass right out of me. Thinking of talking to her? She’s normally at the tavern by now, probably complaining about the food while stuffing her face.” As the large man trailed off, he couldn’t help but smile. “You take care of yourself in either case. Town won’t be the same if you get yourself in trouble you know.”