The door opens and a small group walks in. A tall, young man, carrying a massive pack, turns to one of his companions and says "Can you believe we spent 2 months searching the slums for a bunch of Hooly-gans, purely on the say so of some homeless guy, who didn't even pay us?! 2 MONTHS. Geez, there wasn't even a sign, a scuff, anything. Bleh, we sure got snookered."
His companion says "Well Rillian, you live, you learn".
Rillain, for that is his name, shrugs his shoulders and replies "Yep, I guess you're right. Well, talk to you later."
Stepping up to the counter he drops his pack on a nearby stool, which groans in complaint, and asks "Um, ah, hiya Joe. Um how ya doin? Heard about any new adventures?"
Hearing from Joe about the ship about to leave, Rillian sweeps up his pack and rushes for the docks, hoping to catch the ship.