A tall man with skin tanned by nature and travel returned from another successful hunt. A new gold earring appeared in his ear and new rings appeared on his fingers, which meant that the journey had been very successful. He and his crew decided to go to a local pub, get drunk and start a fight, which they thought was the most fun thing to do. He drank 2 mugs, but his gaze did not leave the man with white hair and amber eyes, who was sitting at a far table and waiting for someone, looking at the paper in front of him, probably a map. He decided to approach him before his tongue began to slur from the amount of alcohol he had consumed

• Hello, pearl, do you mind keeping you company?