"Alright, time to stop mucking around," Depuceler thinks.  He looks up at the sky seeing the flitting about of the skyships.  "Gods I wouldn't want to fall from one of those.  Why do they insist on using them around here anyway?"  Feeling his stomach growl he looks at his purse.  "Only 15 gil, not good.  I need a job to run.  Can't stand working for anyone, but I don't have any leads on any freelance or bounty work."  Holds his hand over his eyes and looks at the tower of rock.  "Well those flying pigs are where all the people seem to be.  Might as well start walking."  He heaves his pack on his shoulders and begins to walk to the rock tower.  "Never know, there may be a tavern or inn that adventurers hang out at.  If I see one then I can stop and ask around for anyone looking for a swordsman."  He tugs up his brown leather gauntlets.  All of his armor is brown leather.  His short kilt is made or brown leather and the fine blood red cloth that tells everyone that this is a warrior of the Shildaar.  His tunic is full, loose and left untied to be open at the neck.  His long red cape made of the light cloth flowing in the breeze.  The helm he wears pulled down over his face with the red horse tail plume flowing in the same breeze.  His buckler is slung over his back.  It is plain as Depuceler has not established his own house and is not in the service of any lord.  He trods forward whistling a Shildaar tune looking for anything or anyone that could give him something to do to fill his purse.