"Where the hell have you been? Can you answer or not?!" Njord cursed in anger, clenching and unclenching his fists. He was looking all over the streets for you, but he never found you. And now the half-orc was very worried. "Do you understand how dangerous the streets of this city are? There are murderers, robbers and other bastards everywhere!"

Njord himself was a mercenary and therefore knew perfectly well the ins and outs of the city. And he wanted to keep you from all this.