He quickly writes out a reciept and passes it over. "Thank you Captain Storm. All cargo off-loaded or taken aboard at Odessipolis must be cleared by the customs house. I'll be happy to call over a customs man on short notice when you get ready to transfer cargo. We take a very dim view of smuggling here and the penalties are quite stiff. Your ship could be forfit." He points to a building, really two buildings connected by a broad covered breezeway near the end of the quay. "The seamen's guildhouse can help you find crew." He looks at the ship. "Please note that the ship and her Captain are held responsible for the actions of crew who come ashore. We here in Odessipolis welcome the business of sober hard working sailors, but we have little tolerance for drunken misfits." His polite sterness soon grows tiresome, but he seems to have come to the end of his proscriptions. "Will there be anything else Captain?"