"I'm good at hitting stuff till it breaks." Smirking a bit the first man who was known as untrustworthy spoke up. "I'm also fairly good at getting people to talk." He smirked at this, seeming to have fond memories of it. He took a deep breath, looking at the surroundings as they rode on, as the other man spoke in turn.<br/><br/>"I'm no stranger to asking things, and buying drinks to wet and loosen tongues." He smirked a hint at this. "I can look around, but it may take a while, and if I try it runs a risk of attracting attention. How do we even know its somewhere here?" He asked. "The source could've done better to give us an actual address." He grumbled, but shrug. "Also, if there's traps, I'm your man. I can fight too, but I prefer flanking and unfair tactics. Its not about who is right, its about who's left." He smirked.<br/><br/>The three riders arrived soon to the general area, the slums in the Old Quarter less than inviting. As the name implied, a fourth of the old town was here. It was once the place where the town stood, when it was a small little town, but explosive growth had added the Noble Quarter around the castle, with mansions and livingplaces for the servants that were truely praised for their skill. Then there was the Trade quarter, a place where a lot of money was made and spent each day. Lastly, the Port Quarter. Port Quarter was the place with rowdiest crowd in general, when sailors came to the town of Ironthorn, but they only had facilities for the riverboats. Some larger ships could sail the path along the river too, since the river was still deep this close to a coast, but the large ships were rare enough that the riverside docks mainly held places for riverships.