Snippet #1584733

Chazarak finished of his pint as the day ended. No recruiters ever did come, the bar being just a hazy and solemn place all night. Figuring it would just be better to leave, he grabbed his bag and left, White Eye rustling awake as he moves to leave and coming with.
As he left the dreary bar and entered the night the cold breath of the sea wind brushed him from the doorway. The winds were blowing toward the inland, and from what he could see they had blown a few new boats into port. Walking down from the land to the docks he traveled along the docks. One of the ships had just come into port it seemed, one named "The Arctic Wind".
"Pretty fitting," He said as the crew disembarked. A pretty lass left the boat and went her way down and away but he kept his eyes on the ships crew. 'Perhaps they would be good for finding work?' He thought to himself as he waited outside the boat for a chance to speak to the busy captain.