The elf walked confidently on the board walk of the Kaymarian port town. The elf in question was the weathered sailor and semi-experienced adventurer, Eoin Lonne'lle. After grabbing a quick bite at a food stand Eoin began to think about his future, especially the part that involves the treasure. The elf, Eoin, was going to find the Well of Wishes and he already knew his wish, tons upon tons of gold. Sure such a wish could undermine an economy or two, but that didn't really matter to Eoin. Now Eoin had to find a partner, to help him or so he could manipulate whomever it is. According to most stories there's always somebody in the tavern. Now Eoin had his plan in motion, albiet slowly. 

The Elf Eoin drank slowly. The tavern's dark, rather dank, atmosphere seemed like the perfect breeding ground for a prime companion. His eye's scanned the crowded bar and he spotted a shirtless muscle bound orc. After a five to ten minute talk Eoin realized that the Orc was a gentleman of the night and he slowly backed off. 

As the night continued Eoin unsuccessfully and he began to drink away the stipend from his last job. The bar was slowly draining away leaving the Elf to his misery.