The city has no limit to its waves of inebriated sailors and drunken lords, though they never stumble from the same bar. As you wander the dark streets Two possible targets catch your eyes. A man of fine dress stumbles north back towards the wealthier quarter of the town, though it seems he travels with a few other noblemen who seem to be fairing somewhat better.<br/><br/>The other is a tall well cut man leaning against the post of a nearby brothels porch. His dress appears to be that of a Captain of sorts but from the way he sways while leaning against a post he has had his share of drinks. He also appears to be mildly distracted by the whiles of two scantly clad woman hanging on each other with roaming hands, no doubt trying to convince him that two is worth double the price.