Sighing softly, Keros slowly walked down the ramp and on to the dock. He had a little to his name, essentially nothing, a poor man’s wage, a metal reinforced right hand, and a dingy set of clothes. His clothes covered his chest and back and the upper parts off his legs, with a sash hanging between them. Around his neck was the last remnants of his past, a small pendant, a keepsake, what would likely be the last he’d ever see of his old home and life.
Walking into the street, he stopped, one hand on his hip, the other hand on his chin, gently rubbing the skin, thinking. He didn’t have a chance to think this through, this trip was a last minute decision, he hadn’t thought about once he had landed. Things were so new, a new land, a new world, a new life. He had a hint of fear within him, a fear that this new life would be no better than the old one. There was also a fear that the guards would try to hassle him. Orcs were not the most respected or respectable creatures that walked the land, he was sure no one here would appreciate him for what he was, something more.
Dropping his hands, he looked around, taking a glance in either direction, just to take things in. He shrugged and just decided to go to the nearest place he could get a drink, something other than what he’d been drinking this whole time, something strong. The Red Dwarf Inn seemed like a good place to attempt to fulfill that demand.