While working, you heard the news that a hunters ship had docked, and knew it meant trouble. When the hunters dock, they come straight to the pubs, and what you had hoped to be a quite night, turned into a night of sailors and townfolks alike laughing and dancing. The smell of thick ale and sweat filled the air, and people danced around everyone. You were rushing around with empty and filled cups of ale, before bumping into a man, who looked at you with great concern.

"Are you alright?"