It was by around the midnight when the Half-orc had reached his destination, tavern of The Long And The Short. He quickly paced inside, finding himself in among the local drunkards of Cordor who gather there every night to amuse themselves (Or just to get in proper stupor).
Navigating through the crowd, hulking man makes his way over to a empty table and carefully sits down on one of the chairs, causing it to creek under his weight. A quick glance around the room shows that no one hardly pays any attention to the half-breed orc, something he had come to realize quickly after arriving in the city: in this city he was faceless, nameless man among others, something that suited his needs perfectly.
A barmaid comes over to him, making a face when noticing the orcish features of man. After exhanging a word and couple of coins, servant leaves to fetch the man a drink and leaves him alone with his thoughts, tonight he would not be wasting his time with cheap ale and local entertaiment, but instead he was here to give a thought to days events.
The half-orc man had recently arrived in the city and has taken his time to get accustomed to local way of life, at first what seemed chaotic is slowly starting to become.. Intelligible. Due of his heritage, he was not the brightest man around but nor was he stupid or fool. While he may appear simple-minded and slow to others, in truth he is mostly of the latter, giving a deep thought at every action he takes.
Half-orcs trail of thoughts was interrupted as the maid brings him his tankard of local swill, drawing a heavy breath the man grunts his thanks and woman leaves him to his business. After taking a swig from his watered ale, he returns to his brooding and strokes his chin in slow manner, old habbit of his.

"MIchael, Leonson, mrhhh..." he grunts, mostly to himself.

Today had been a interesting turn of event for him, a simple errand that turned into a well paid job. Woman, Jess Incognito had tasked him to deal with troublemakers related in her trade. While questions lurked deep in his mind, wether the job would satisfy his sense of honor, he was content at having to solve problems for others instead of causing them. He could accept that much. In addition, tracking and chasing down inviduals had its own appeal to half-orc who was very passionate about his trade as a huntsman.
But this time the game was different from what he had gotted used to, finding a man in well populated city, a challenge to anyone. But he accepted it, a worthy hunt according to his own words.
Hours pass as the half-man continues to dwell in the tavern, paying little attention to life around him. Seeming more like of a stonestatue than a living being, he continues his brooding untill finally, gets up standing and leaves the table along with his hardly touched ale. He exits the tavern and walks down the street towards the docks, vanishing into the night.
He had work ahead of him and he knew exactly from where to start, first he would pay a visit to a certain captain that was known to transport people around the island for a price.

The hunt had begun and Grang couldnt be any happier.

======== Outside of Character Information ========

Greetings to everyone, as a new player to your server I have been lurking around in-game trying to settle in. While playing on my half-orc I have met few friendly people who done their best to make sure that I would get familiar with Amia, Dungeons&Dragons and Neverwinter Nights itself.
At first I would like to apologize for my horrible grammar and second I'd like to let everyone know that this nabcake is looking towards to be pushed around by you people. So see you around.

And now to business, my character has been tasked to find people, starting from you, Michael Leonson. While I try roleplay this out as much as possible, my apologies for maybe having to resort outside of character communication relating to his.
So here is the deal, I plan to have my character wander around the city, looking for this particular Michael Leonson. I have planned to question certain NPC characters for his whereabouts, starting in Cordor: cart riders, ship captains to local tavern employees.
And this is where player interaction comes in, I would need to know, what I will discover from prodding people. Will I learn that you had left from Cordor week ago or that you like to waste your nights at some particular tavern, etc etc.

And yes, that sums it up. Apologies for wall of text. Hope to hear from you.

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