Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160623164644/@comment-5543592-20160624004135

Hrathmar's boots clicked as he strode down the pier, intent on his destination. The purpose of his movement was born his own usual discipline, but also because of his desire arrive as quickly as possible. None of the crews that had come into Stros M'Kai so far had been reputable enough for him to even consider joining, and aside from that, he doubted any of them would have considered hiring him anyway. Altmer, especially those in Thalmor robes, were not very popular in Hammerfell.

Not that Hrathmar minded, but the anger directed at him made his job difficult. However, information from his eyes and ears had found it's way to him, telling him of a ship that had just arrived in port, the one that just might be what he'd been looking for. His goals aligned with that of the crew's and the vessal's captain had a reputation of a respect for discipline and took himself seriously. Hrathmar admired that immensely, especially in an outlaw.

He came to a stop as he reached the entrance of the Iron Scalon Pub and spent a moment observing the establishment's door, before tugging at the front of his prim robe, and pushing the door open to step inside.

A quick scan of the interior told Hrathmar that this would normally be a place he'd avoid at all costs, but was no stranger to dealing with undesirabilities before. Closing the door gently behind himself, the Justicar began to smoothly walk through the pub's common room.