This port village was filled with an assortment of different people. With every honest worker that passed through its harbors, so did three more shady people.

You look up in mild surprise as a man walks up to you with a slightly crazed expression evident on his face. He stops much too close to you. He doesn't seem to understand the concept of personal space. More likely, he just doesn't care.

"What's a fightable person like you doing in a place like this?" His words are demanding as he smirks.