Druuk gave the captain a curt nod before leaving the ship, he was a man of few words on a good day, but having spent the previous night drinking and sparring the the tougher crew members he had found during the journey he was not in a particularly talkative mood this day. Being on solid ground again was nice, though Druuk had similar issues to Harth in that the stillness of the land felt strange. Luckily standing in a long line gave him plenty of time to readjust.

The white noise of the crowd reminded him of cheering crowds in coliseums he had fought in. It was a comforting sound, and by the time Druuk got to the front of the line he was in a slightly better mood. Only slightly. The clerk in front of him went from looking bored to rather anxious as Druuk approached. That was pretty typical, he was used to it now, if anything he was proud he could strike fear into lesser people just from his presence alone.

"Um, name?"

[color=8dc73f]"Druuk."[/color]

The clerk waited a moment for a family name but Druuk stayed silent. His mother was a wonderful woman, he didn't want her name tarnished by anything he might do. "Okay, Mr. Druuk, are you here for business or pleasure," the clerk continued after a moment.

[color=8dc73f]"Pleasure,"[/color] out of the two options pleasure made more sense. Druuk was here to find a true fight, he had already conquered all the great fighters of his home, he needed fresh blood.

"Y-yes, of course, erm, anything to declare?"

[color=8dc73f]"No."[/color] The clerk took a glance at the sword on Druuk's one side and the flail on the other before looking back at him. Druuk simply glared. "You're free to go," as Druuk left he heard a loud sigh. He simply left to join the others who he thought would make good travel companions. They had proven themselves interesting on the ship, perhaps staying with them would bring him somewhere interesting as well.