Vance Meridian, a well dressed nobleman of Ceirn, could hear the creaking of boats as they floated in the harbor. As he approached the docks the sound changed to his boots hitting the wooden docks repeatedly. He had a rapier sheathed on his left hip, a small dagger on his right hip and he was carrying a brown pack that was slung across his chest to his back. 

He approached the ship that the crew had already boarded, noticing that he passed a well-dressed man speaking to someone who had several dogs with him, not realizing that this was the captain of the vessel he was approaching. He stayed on the dock as he looked to the deck of the ship, noticing a woman with fiery red hair who seemed to be praying and wondered what she could be praying for.

Vance looked over to the other one who was on the deck, Nëis, and called out to him. [b]"Sir, I say, will this ship be departing shortly?"[/b] he asked in a rather posh tone, nearly calling out his ignorance to ships, or a seaman's manners, or lack thereof. He was a nobleman after all and he didn't know the first thing about ships, or the mannerisms of seamen. He saw this as an opportunity to get away from what he'd always known and learn something new. He was also ignorant to the chance that this could possibly, and easily, kill him. One thing he was used to was dealing with criminals, especially those that mistreated women. He was still curious about the red haired woman, and the thought did cross his mind that him boarding the ship might possibly be the answer to her prayers. That thought put a small smirk on his face as he awaited a reply.